_Gon._ Daughter, for that our last speech leaves the firmest print, be thus advised. When young Tiberio negotiates his father's love, hold heedy guard over thy passions, and still keep this full thought firm in thy reason: 'tis his old father's love the young man moves (is't not well thought, my lord, we must bear brain[131]), and when thou shalt behold Tiberio's lifeful eyes and well-fill'd veins, complexion firm, and hairs that curls with strength of lusty moisture (I think we yet can speak, we ha' been eloquent), thou must shape thy thoughts to apprehend his father well in years-- 93 A grave wise prince, whose beauty is his honour, And well-pass'd life; and do not give thy thoughts Least liberty to shape a diverse scope (My Lord Granuffo, pray ye note my phrase): So shalt thou not abuse thy younger hope, Nor afflict us, who only joy in life, To see thee his. _Dul._ Gracious my father, fear not; 100 I rest most duteous to your dispose. [_Consort of music._ _Gon._ Set on then; for the music gives us notice The prince is hard at hand. TIBERIO _with his train, with_ HERCULES _disguised_. _Dul._ You are most welcome to our long-desiring father. To us you are come---- _Tib._ From our long-desiring father. _Dul._ Is this your father's true proportion? [_Shows a picture._ _Tib._ No, lady; but the perfect counterfeit. _Dul._ And the best graced---- _Tib._ The painter's art could yield. _Dul._ I wonder he would send a counterfeit To move our love! 110 _Gon._ Hear, that's my wit, when I was eighteen old--such a pretty toying wit had I; but age hath made us wise. Hast not, my lord? _Tib._ Why, fairest princess, if your eye dislike That deader piece, behold me his true form And livelier image. Such my father hath been. _Dul._ My lord, please you to scent this flower. _Tib._ 'Tis withered, lady--the flower's scent is gone. _Dul._ This hath been such as you are--hath been, sir. They say, in England, that a far-famed[132] friar 120 Had girt the island round with a brass wall, If[133] they could ha' catched TIME IS: but TIME IS PAST Left it still[134] clipt with agèd Neptune's arm. _Tib._ Aurora yet keeps chaste old Tithon's bed. _Dul._ Yet blushes at it when she rises. _Gon._ Pretty, pretty--just like my younger wit--you know it, my lord. _Dul._ But is your father's age thus fresh--hath yet his head so many hairs? _Tib._ More, more, by many a one. 130 _Dul._ More, say you? _Tib._ More. _Dul._ Right, sir, for this hath none. Is his eye so quick as this same piece makes him show?