And naughty stories, I’ll be sworn.
Southampton:
If you’ll unhood, ladies, we’ll present new courtiers to you, Princes of this realm. [The ladies hesitate.]
Miss Fitton:
[Stands out and swings back her hood.] That’s soon done! Ouf! [Lets her eyes range.]
Lady Jane Wroth:
’Tis easy for you, Mary, but I’m all in a twitter, and red like a cit’s wife.
Lady Rutland:
Mary’s right: if you’re going into the water you may as well jump in. [Throws back her hood.] But how they stare!
Lacy: