Pierrot.
I mean the very best
Pardy! thou wouldst not hear about the rest.
I know it not, but am a petit maître
At rout and festival and bal champêtre.
But since example be instruction's ease,
Let's play the thing.—Now, Madame, if you please!
[He helps her to rise, and leads her forward: then he kisses her hand, bowing over it with a very courtly air.]
The Lady.
What am I, then?
Pierrot.
A most divine Marquise!
Perhaps that attitude hath too much ease.
[Passes her.]
Ah, that is better! To complete the plan,
Nothing is necessary save a fan.
The Lady.