We talk!
The Lady.
But what about?
Pierrot.
We quiz the company and praise the rout;
Are polished, petulant, malicious, sly,
Or what you will, so reputations die.
Observe the Duchess in Venetian lace,
With the red eminence.
The Lady.
A pretty face!
Pierrot.
For something tarter set thy wits to search—
"She loves the churchman better than the church."
The Lady.