Mat. They say, 'tis black.
Em. Why, then, since gold is hard, and yet is precious,
His face must all be made of soft, black gold.
Mat. But, madam,——
Em. No more; I have learned enough for once.
Mat. Here are a crew of Kentish lads and lasses
Would entertain ye, till your lord's return,
With songs and dances, to divert your cares.
Em. O bring them in;
For, though I cannot see the songs, I love them;