ARE. Not I, Moria, I thank you.--Gallants, you are for this night free to your peculiar delights; Cynthia will have no sports: when she is pleased to come forth, you shall have knowledge. In the mean time, I could wish you did provide for solemn revels, and some unlooked for device of wit, to entertain her, against she should vouchsafe to grace your pastimes with her presence. AMO. What say you to a masque? HED. Nothing better, if the project were new and rare. ARE. Why, I'll send for Crites, and have his advice: be you ready in your endeavours: he shall discharge you of the inventive part. PHA. But will not your ladyship stay? ARE. Not now, Phantaste. [EXIT.] PHI. Let her go, I pray you, good lady Sobriety, I am glad we are rid of her. PHA. What a set face the gentlewoman has, as she were still going to a sacrifice! PHI. O, she is the extraction of a dozen of Puritans, for a look. MOR. Of all nymphs i' the court, I cannot away with her; 'tis the coarsest thing! PHI. I wonder how Cynthia can affect her so above the rest. Here be they are every way as fair as she, and a thought, fairer, I trow. PHA. Ay, and as ingenious and conceited as she. MOR. Ay, and as politic as she, for all she sets such a forehead on't. PHI. Would I were dead, if I would change to be Cynthia. PHA. Or I. MOR. Or I. AMO. And there's her minion, Crites: why his advice more than Amorphus? Have I not invention afore him? Learning to better that invention above him? and infanted with pleasant travel-- ANA. Death, what talk you of his learning? he understands no more than a schoolboy; I have put him down myself a thousand times, by this air, and yet I never talk'd with him but twice in my life: you never saw his like. I could never get him to argue with me but once; and then because I could not construe an author I quoted at first sight, he went away, and laughed at me. By Hercules, I scorn him, as I do the sodden nymph that was here even now; his mistress, Arete: and I love myself for nothing else. HED. I wonder the fellow does not hang himself, being thus scorn'd and contemn'd of us that are held the most accomplish'd society of gallants. MER. By yourselves, none else. HED. I protest, if I had no music in me, no courtship; that I were not a reveller and could dance, or had not those excellent qualities that give a man life and perfection, but a mere poor scholar as he is, I think I should make some desperate way with myself; whereas now,--would I might never breathe more, if I do know that creature in this kingdom with whom I would change. CUP. This is excellent! Well, I must alter all this soon. MER. Look you do, Cupid. The bottles have wrought, it seems.