Mod. Not such a pair.
Helen. And why?
Mod. They are so bright!
You have a Grecian nose.
Helen. Indeed.
Mod. Indeed!
Helen. What kind of mouth have I?
Mod. A handsome one. I never saw so sweet a pair of lips!
I ne’er saw lips at all till now, dear cousin!
Helen. Cousin, I’m well,—you need not hold me now.
Do you not hear? I tell you I am well!
I need your arm no longer—take ’t away!
So tight it locks me, ’tis with pain I breathe!
Let me go, cousin! Wherefore do you hold
Your face so close to mine? What do you mean?
Mod. You’ve questioned me, and now I’ll question you.
Helen. What would you learn?