Enter Rosalure, Lilia, Servant.
Ros. Pray ye, where's my friend, Sir?
Fac. She is within, Ladies, but here's another Gentlewoman,
A stranger to this Town: so please you visit her,
'Twill be well taken.
Lil. Where is she?
Fac. There, above, Ladies.
Ser. 'Bless me: what thing is this? two Pinacles
Upon her pate! Is't not a glode to catch Wood-cocks?
Ros. Peace, ye rude knave.
Ser. What a bouncing Bum she has too!
There's Sail enough for a Carrack.
Ros. What is this Lady?
For as I live, she's a goodly woman.
Fac. Ghess, ghess.