THESEUS.
You are perfect.
PIRITHOUS.
Upon my soul, a proper man.
EMILIA.
He is so.
PIRITHOUS.
How do you like him, lady?
HIPPOLYTA.
I admire him.
I have not seen so young a man so noble,
If he say true, of his sort.
EMILIA.
Believe,
His mother was a wondrous handsome woman;
His face, methinks, goes that way.
HIPPOLYTA.
But his body
And fiery mind illustrate a brave father.
PIRITHOUS.
Mark how his virtue, like a hidden sun,
Breaks through his baser garments.
HIPPOLYTA.
He’s well got, sure.
THESEUS.
What made you seek this place, sir?