Their courtly coinesse were but foolery.
Ermsbie. Why, how watcht you her, my lord?
Edward. When as she swept like Venus through the house,—
And in her shape fast foulded up my thoughtes,—
Into the milkhouse went I with the maid, 75
And there amongst the cream-boles she did shine
As Pallace 'mongst her princely huswiferie:
She turnd her smocke over her lilly armes,
And divd them into milke to run her cheese;