THE TKMPI.ARS IN CYPRUS. [ACT II. SCENE II. Temple Garden, PHILIP (occupied throughout the scene with garden-work). FRANK (in his previous costume, but witlvout mantle, working also), PHILIP. Xow, bow do you like tho work, young gentleman ? FRANK. Right well—Yet sco I not with what design I havo been set to do a servant's work. PHILIP. Design ?—Why, look on these poor beans ! They hang Their heads as droopingly as though they strovo With throes maternal.—Loiter not, give water, So drink they breath of life.—This water-melon Is almost stifled in its leafy shrond. I give it air—and see ! as though it thanked, It looks at me, confiding, from its leaves— FRANK (smiling). It looks at you ? PHILIP. Its Master am I not ?— [Keeps on working, noiv here, noto there. The flaunting Ivy !—round tho Vino-stock twined So unabashed, its dark shade smothers up The vine's best sap !—I bend it. FRANK. Somewhat rudely !