_Bal._ My mistress, the lady Rossaline, withdrew her gracious aspect even now. 141 _Feli._ [_Aside._] Well said, echo. _Alb._ My mistress, and his mistress, and your mistress, and the dog's mistress. Precious dear heaven, that Alberto lives to have such rivals!-- 'Slid, I have been searching every private room, Corner, and secret angle of the court: And yet, and yet, and yet she lives conceal'd. Good sweet Feliche, tell me how to find My bright-faced mistress out. 150 _Feli._ Why man, cry out for lanthorn and candle-light:[91] for 'tis your only way, to find your bright-flaming wench with your light-burning torch: for most commonly, these light creatures live in darkness. _Alb._ Away, you heretic, you'll be burnt for---- _Feli._ Go, you amorous hound, follow the scent of your mistress' shoe; away! _Foro._ Make a fair presence; boys, advance your lights; the princess makes approach. _Bal._ And please the gods, now in very good deed, law, you shall see me tickle the measures for the heavens. Do my hangers[92] show? 162 _Enter_ PIERO, ANTONIO, MELLIDA, ROSSALINE, GALEATZO, MATZAGENTE, ALBERTO, _and_ FLAVIA. _As they enter_, FELICHE _and_ CASTILIO _make a rank for the_ DUKE _to pass through_. FOROBOSCO _ushers the_ DUKE _to his state_:[93] _then, whilst_ PIERO _speaketh his first speech,_ MELLIDA _is taken by_ GALEATZO _and_ MATZAGENTE _to dance, they supporting her_: ROSSALINE, _in like manner, by_ ALBERTO _and_ BALURDO: FLAVIA, _by_ FELICHE _and_ CASTILIO. _Pier._ Beauteous Amazon, sit and seat your thoughts In the reposure of most soft content. Sound music there! Nay, daughter, clear your eyes, From these dull fogs of misty discontent: Look sprightly, girl. What? though Antonio's drown'd,-- That peevish dotard on thy excellence, That hated issue of Andrugio,-- Yet may'st thou triumph in my victories; 170 Since, lo, the high-born bloods of Italy Sue for thy seat of love.--Let[94] music sound! Beauty and youth run descant on love's ground.[95] _Mat._ Lady, erect your gracious symmetry, Shine in the sphere of sweet affection: Your eye['s] as heavy, as the heart of night. _Mel._ My thoughts are as black as your beard; my fortunes as ill-proportioned as your legs; and all the powers of my mind as leaden as your wit, and as dusty as your face is swarthy. 180 _Gal._ Faith, sweet, I'll lay thee on the lips for that jest. _Mel._ I prithee intrude not on a dead man's right. _Gal._ No, but the living's just possession: Thy lips and love are mine.