Scene 11.
Enter Monsieur Nobilissimo, and many Gentlemen with him.
1 GEntleman.
Your Lordship rid to day beyond Perseus on his Pegasus.
Nobilissimo.
No Monsieur, he went (if Poets speak truth) in higher Capreols than ever I shall make my Horse go.
2 Gentleman.
He might go higher my Lord, but never keep so just a time, and place, as to pitch from whence he riss, his feet in the same Circle, his leggs in the same lines, and your Lordship in the same Center.
Nobilissimo.
The truth is, my Horses went well to day; they were like Musical Instruments, fitly strung, and justly tun'd.
3 Gentleman.
And your Lordship, like a skillfull Musician, played rarely thereon.