Ori. But was she
Of such an exquisite form?
Gom. Most exquisite.
Ori. And well descended?
Gom. So the habit promis'd,
In which she was taken.
Ori. Of what years?
Gom. 'Tis said
A Virgin of fourteen.
Ori. I pity her,
And wish she were mine, that I might have the means
T' entertain her gently.
Gom. She's now Miranda's,
And as I have heard, made it her suit to be so.
Ori. Miranda's? then her fate deserves not pity,
But envy rather.
Gom. Envy Oriana?