See how her eyes look bravely into yours,
Though on her cheek a sweet timidity
Doth couch in coral. Now commend me, all!
And Hubert, earl of Kent, say whence is she,
And what her parentage? For all I know
Is that I found her bowered in Greenot woods.
Kent. My God!
Hen. O, Hubert, muffle up the storm
Rides on your brow, and smile upon my love!
Kent. Believe me, sire, she can not be your wife.