Mariana. Why, dearest lady, no.
We need no wrappings as do you below.
Here heat and cold to us seem not to matter.
We feel no changes.
Cicely. How my teeth do chatter!
And I am hungry. Ladies, I entreat,
Kindly procure me something good to eat.
Mariana. [Puzzled.]
To eat? Why, dearest lady, what is that?
Cicely. [In despair.]