Herbert:
You dear! How did you know I love you?
Miss Fitton:
I do not know it, my lord. Shall we dance?
[They pass, and Sir John Stanley and Lady Jane Wroth come in their turn to the centre.]
Stanley:
What do you women see in him? He’s impudent; but good-looking boys are always impudent. I could forgive the Queen for loving Essex; he’s a man, a great Captain, too; but this raw Herbert—pshaw!
Lady Jane Wroth:
Perhaps it’s his youth pleases her, Sir John. And then he’s marvellous well-featured. [They pass, Lacy and Lady Joan, after a couple or two pass, return to C.]
Lacy: