ise myself, she's a little thicker in the shoulders,
and, besides, she moves ungracefully.

_Duke._ Then you are not she again.

_Luc._ No, not she: But you have forgotten Emilia of the Ursini, whom
the duke saluted yesterday at her balcony, when he entered. Her air
and motion--

_Duke._ Are the very same with yours. Now I am sure I know you.

_Luc._ But there's too little of her to make a beauty: My stature is
more advantageous.

_Duke._ You have cozened me again.

_Luc._ Well, I find at last I must confess myself: What think you of
Eugenia Beata? The duke seemed to be infinitely pleased last night,
when my brother presented me to him at the Belvidere.

_Duke._ Now I am certain you are she, for you have both her stature
and her motion.

_Luc._ But, if you remember yourself a little better, there's some
small difference in our wit; for she has indeed the air and beauty of
a Roman lady, but all the dulness of a Dutch woman.

_Duke._ I see, madam, you are resolved to conceal yourself, and I am
as fully resolved to know you.

_Luc._ See which of our resolutions will take place.

_Duke._ I come from the duke, and can assure you, he is of an humour
to be obeyed.

_Luc._ And I am of an humour not to obey him. But why should he be so
curious?

_Duke._ If you would have my opinion, I believe he is in love with
you.

_Luc._ Without seeing me?

_Duke._ Without seeing all of you: Love is love, let it wound us from
what part it please; and if he have enough from your shape and
conversation, his business is done, the more compendiously, without
the face.

_Luc._ But the duke cannot be taken with my conversation, for he never
heard me speak.

_Duke._ [_Aside._] 'Slife, I shall discover myself.--Yes madam, he
stood by _incognito_, and heard me speak with you: But--

_Luc._ I wish he had trusted to his own courtship, and spoke himself;
for it gives us a bad impression of a prince's wit, when we see fools
in favour about his person.

_Duke._ Whatever I am, I have it in commission from him to tell you,
he's in love with you.

_Luc._ The good old gentleman may dote, if he so pleases; but love,
and fifty years old, are stark nonsense.

_Duke._ But some men, you know, are green at fifty.

_Luc._ Yes, in their understandings.

_Duke._ You speak with great contempt of a prince, who has some
reputation in the world.

_Luc._ No; 'tis you that speak with contempt of him, by saying he is
in love at such an age.