O sweet mouth! O fair lids cast down!
O white brow! O the crown, the crown!
JOAN
How near! if nigher I might stand
By one ell, I could touch his hand.
GILES
Look, Joan! if on this side she were
Almost my hand might touch her hair.
JOAN
Ah me! what is she thinking on?
GILES
Is he content now all is won?
JOAN