Herbert:
It becomes my place.
Lacy:
And so my speech is more ornate than peasants use.
Herbert:
But my doublet isn’t tagged with silly, useless ornaments, like your “scent the air,” and “sage-green with jealousy”! Green is good enough.
Lacy:
Green means nothing; but sage-green paints the bilious tinge of soured vanity; still, a dispute about the shade concedes the principle.
Herbert:
No, I think the common speech better, stronger.