[Earnestly.] My speech, lady, shall follow your taste, like my dress. If you prefer plain cloth to murreyed sarsenet, it shall be as you wish, I will speak poor drab. But taffeta phrases have a rich distinction, and silken terms are soothing to the sense.
Lady Joan:
I would not have you altered, the gay doublet suits you: the fanciful speech, too. But just a touch of—austerity in ornament—is that how you speak?
Lacy:
Rosebud of maidens, you delight my heart!
[They pass. Lady Cynthia Darrel and a Courtier come to the front.]
Lady Cynthia:
Do you think Mistress Fitton good-looking?
A Courtier:
Good-looking, yes; but swarthy.