K.Thou art a woman;
How can I show thee? This anemone,
’Tis beautiful, nor canst thou say its grace
Resides in this part nor in that: but look;
I pluck a petal from it.—Thou beholdest
My kingdom without Ceuta. Wouldst thou wish
To set this back unto the perfect flower?
Al. How could I do it?
K.I must tell thee all.