_Gallathea._ I perceive that boys are in as great disliking of themselves as maids; therefore, though I wear the apparel, I am glad I am not the person. _Phillida._ It is a pretty boy and a fair; he might well have been a woman. But because he is not I am glad I am, for now, under the colour of my coat, I shall decipher the follies of their kind. _Gallathea._ I would salute him, but I fear I should make a curtsey instead of a leg. _Phillida._ If I durst trust my face as well as I do my habit I would spend some time to make pastime, for say what they will of a man's wit, it is no second thing to be a woman. _Gallathea._ All the blood in my body would be in my face if he should ask me (as the question among men is common), 'Are you a maid?' _Phillida._ Why stand I still? Boys should be bold. But here cometh a brave train that will spill all our talk. [_Enter_ DIANA, _&c._] (2) [GALLATHEA _and_ PHILLIDA _endeavour to sound the affection of each other, but only succeed in raising disturbing doubts._] _Phillida._ Suppose I were a virgin (I blush in supposing myself one) and that under the habit of a boy were the person of a maid, if I should utter my affection with sighs, manifest my sweet love by my salt tears, and prove my loyalty unspotted and my griefs intolerable, would not then that fair face pity this true heart? _Gallathea._ Admit that I were as you would have me suppose that you are, and that I should with entreaties, prayers, oaths, bribes, and whatever can be invented in love, desire your favour,--would you not yield? _Phillida._ Tush! you come in with 'admit'! _Gallathea._ And you with 'suppose'! _Phillida_ (_aside_). What doubtful speeches be these? I fear me he is as I am, a maiden. _Gallathea_ (_aside_). What dread riseth in my mind? I fear the boy to be as I am, a maiden. _Phillida_ (_aside_). Tush! it cannot be: his voice shows the contrary. _Gallathea_ (_aside_). Yet I do not think it--for he would then have blushed. _Phillida._ Have you ever a sister? _Gallathea._ If I had but one, my brother must needs have two; but, I pray, have you ever a one? _Phillida._ My father had but one daughter, and therefore I could have no sister. _Gallathea_ (_aside_). Aye me! he is as I am, for his speeches be as mine are. _Phillida_ (_aside_). What shall I do? Either he is subtle, or my sex simple.... (_to Gallathea_) Come, let us into the grove and make much one of another, that cannot tell what to think one of another. [_Exeunt._] (3) [CUPID, _in captivity, is set to his task by four nymphs._] _Telusa._ Come, sirrah! to your task! First you must undo all these lovers' knots, because you tied them.