Wom. Yet good Madam,
Sometimes her modesty will blow so far
She falls for't: a Maid
If she have any honor, would be loth
To take example by her.
Emil. Thou art wanton.
Arc. She is wondrous fair.
Pal. She is all the beauty extant.
Emil. The Sun grows high, let's walk in, keep these flowers,
We'll see how near Art can come near their colours;
I'm wondrous merry-hearted, I could laugh now.
Wom. I could lie down I am sure.
Emil. And take one with you?
Wom. That's as we bargain, Madam.
Emil. Well, agree then. [Exeunt Emilia and Woman.
Pal. What think you of this beauty?