_Meg_. I should choose, my Lord, a pleasing wake before it.

[_Enter _Arethusa _and _Bellario.

_Are_. 'Tis well my Lord y'are courting of Ladies.
Is't not late Gentlemen?

_Cle_. Yes Madam.

_Are_. Wait you there.
[_Exit _Arethusa.

_Meg_. She's jealous, as I live; look you my Lord,
The Princess has a _Hilas_, an _Adonis_.

_Pha_. His form is Angel-like.

_Meg_. Why this is he, must, when you are wed,
Sit by your pillow, like young _Apollo_, with
His hand and voice, binding your thoughts in sleep;
The Princess does provide him for you, and for her self.

_Pha_. I find no musick in these boys.

_Meg_. Nor I.
They can do little, and that small they do,
They have not wit to hide.

_Di_. Serves he the Princess?