The lords Southampton and Lacy are bringing them: here they come.
[Enter three ladies, masked, and Lords Southampton and Lacy, followed by Selden.]
Scene VI.
Lacy:
At length Beauty’s piloted to the safety of the stage. And without straining extolment I proclaim that never did lady [bowing to the tallest] show more innocence of fear, more exornation of composure.
Miss Fitton:
Why should one fear an orange or an angry slut! Is this part of the stage? [Looking round.]
Lacy:
The veritable and singular stage of the renowned Globe, where actors, playwrights, poets fleet the hours with rich discourse and jewelled melodies.
Miss Fitton: