Deid. Come, come, there never hath been one like him here.
Hark! see the girls: they crowd and chatter round
As greedily as birds being fed. I bade them choose
Each one a present, but I took the best,
This ruby brooch. Look at it: ’tis for thee.
Let me now put it on thee. I’ll unclasp
Thy robe and set it in the place of the other.
Ach. Nay, Deidamia, unfasten not my robe!
Deid. Why, ’twould not matter if he looked this way.
Ach. Nay, prithee.—