He treasures up her beauties to himself:

Thus is he form'd to give me torture ever.—

But hark, they've reach'd the Temple,

Didst thou observe the croud, their eagerness,

Each put the next aside to catch a look,

Himself was elbow'd out?—Curse, curse their zeal—

Lysias.

Lysias.

Stupid folly!

Vardanes.

Vardanes.

I'll tell thee, Lysias,

This many-headed monster multitude,

Unsteady is as giddy fortune's wheel,

As woman fickle, varying as the wind;

To-day they this way course, the next they veer,

And shift another point, the next another.

Lysias.

Lysias.

Curiosity's another name for man,

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