All but me.
Em. Ha! What was that? Who spoke?
Mat. I heard the voice; 'tis one of Osmond's fiends.
Em. Some blessed angel sure. I feel my eyes
Unsealed; they walk abroad, and a new world
Comes rushing on, and stands all gay before me.
Mat. Oh heavens! Oh joy of joys! she has her sight!
Em. I am new-born; I shall run mad for pleasure. [Staring on Mat.
Are women such as thou? Such glorious creatures?
Arth. [Aside.] O how I envy her, to be first seen!