My dear, that full pelisse becomes you well.
What did it stand you in, straight off the loom?
PRAXINOÄ.
Don't ask me, Gorgo: two good pounds and more.
Then I gave all my mind to trimming it.
GORGO.
Well, 'tis a great success.
PRAXINOÄ.
I think it is.
My mantle, Eunoä, and my parasol!