SCENE II.

_A Street._

_Enter_ GLISTER.

GLI. The tedious night is past, and the jocund morn looks more lively and fresh than an old gentlewoman’s glazed face in a new periwig. By this time my humorous lover is at Gravesend; and I go with more joy to fetch his trunk than ever the valiant Trojans did to draw in the Grecian jade: his goods shall into the walls of my Troy, and be offered to a face more lovely[226] than ever was that thrice-ravished Helen[’s]; yet with such caution that no danger shall happen to me. [_Exit._