_Aris._ [_To Aratea_] My wishes wait on thee. May Fortune dress thee for a second self Till eyes mistaking seek thy face for hers. _Ara._ Nay, let her wed thee, and like loving wife Give all her portion, then empty-handed pluck New grace from heaven to adorn thee still. [_Exeunt Dion and Aristocles_] _Nau._ Now, Aratea, the song of praise! Which of the gods is he most like? _Ara._ Like none of them. Jove is long-bearded, Neptune has forgot to walk, Mercury is boyish, Apollo like a woman, and Mars so heavy-footed he would stumble mocking the grace of Aristocles! _Nau._ 'Tis plain a curious eye will never take you to Olympus, since you've seen the Athenian. _Ara._ I own I have a sudden comfort from this gentle sage. _Nau._ What is it? _Ara._ You know my Dion has one only fault. _Nau._ O, all but perfect man! _Ara._ He is so true that he is stern as truth. _Nau._ That's truth indeed! _Ara._ So just that he is harsh as Justice' self. _Nau._ Another truth! _Ara._ So good that---- _Nau._ What! More of this singular fault? _Ara._ This Athens' tongue, so sweetly mediate, Will lead the people's love unto my lord, Who now upholds the state in thankless sort. They honor and admire, but keep their hearts For those who woo them! Ah, I blame them not. _Oc._ Dion need borrow no Athenian tongue To speak for him. _Nau._ You'll hear no voice denies Him perfect praise. _Oc._ Who would deny it? _The._ None, Ocrastes, none. How like a gem unpriced His rich simplicity doth shine amid The purpled show of lords! It is as though The sovereign alkahest, weary of law, Had given the scorn�d pebble leave to glow The fairest eye of all the pearl�d shore. _Ara._ They'll sing us deaf, Nauresta, on this theme. But come. [_Draws Nauresta away_] Come, madam, come! We must prepare Some good-wife pleasure for my lord's return. [_Exeunt Aratea and Nauresta, left_] _Oc._ [_Embracing Theano_] My love! At last! O goddess Patience, how Thou muffledst me! Time crept on thousand legs And each one crippled. _The._ Ay, so slow the hour Moved to this golden now I thought each moment Turned back to seek some loss and spent itself A second time. _Oc._ Now all the world's at morn. How young we are, Theano! O, 'tis true Life is at tick of dawn when love begins.