With anxious thoughts Anent sweet Seldonskip, whose wandering eye Doth lecherous look upon each passing dame. The fire of
youth that wanders through his veins May scandal breed, and it were well to look With watchful eye upon his every act Affairs of state with mighty import soar Above the intrigues of a callow

youth, Hence we must owlish vigil constant keep And in
good sooth, it might indeed be well To speak him fair, and warning subtle give Lest his distemper lead to grievous ill.
_Quezox:_ Alas I know the temptress doth

beguile; Hence sympathy doth plead for helping hand. If 'tis thy wish, I in most guarded speech Will
whisper
caution in his youthful ear. _Francos:_ 'Tis well. But still I fear me over
much That he,
like highly tempered steel, will bend Only to swift rebound, and further by Reaction go from paths of rectitude.

_(Seldonskip indolently approaches.)_ _Seldonskip:_ Most noble gentlemen, I greet thee sweet: It tireth mightily, this placid sea. Methinks a storm, a mighty, raging
storm, To break monotony would lend to life A phlegm, and hence a tedious day become More gladsome. Alack-a-day
when I did leave Those gilded halls where beauty did indwell. On this good ship naught but uncertain age Measures those forms divine to which we kneel. _(Seldonskip walks slowly on.)_
_Quezox speaking to Francos