Enter Mirabel, Pinac, Belleur.

Pin. Is she so glorious handsom?

Mir. You would wonder:
Our Women look like Gipsies, like Gills to her:
Their Clothes and fashions beggerly, and Bankrupt:
Base, old, and scurvy.

Bel. How looks her face?

Mir. Most heavenly:
And the becoming-motion of her bodie
So sets her off.

Bel. Why then we shall stay.

Mir. Pardon me:
That's more than I know: if she be that woman,
She appears to be.

Bel. As 'tis impossible.

Mir. I shall then tell ye more.

Pin. Did ye speak to her?