PIERROT
Madame, pray
Reflect, it is essential to our play.
THE LADY [Taking a lily.]
Here is my fan!
PIERROT
So, use it with intent:
The deadliest arm in beauty's armament!
THE LADY
What do we next?
PIERROT
We talk!
THE LADY But what about?
PIERROT
We quiz the company and praise the rout;
Are polished, petulant, malicious, sly,
Or what you will, so reputations die.
Observe the Duchess in Venetian lace,
With the red eminence.
THE LADY
A pretty face!
PIERROT
For something tarter set thy wits to search—
"She loves the churchman better than the church."
THE LADY
Her blush is charming; would it were her own!