Actus Secundus. Scena Prima

Enter Leandro, (with a letter writ out) Milanes, and Arsenio.

Mil.

Can any thing but wonder?

Lea.

Wonder on,

I am as ye see, and, what will follow, Gentlemen?

Ars.

Why dost thou put on this form? what can this do?

Thou lookest most sillily.

Mil.

Like a young Clerk,

A half pin’d-puppy that would write for a Royal.

Is this a commanding shape to win a beauty?