PALAMON.
Behold, and wonder!
By heaven, she is a goddess.
ARCITE.
Ha!
PALAMON.
Do reverence. She is a goddess, Arcite.
EMILIA.
Of all flowers,
Methinks a rose is best.
WOMAN.
Why, gentle madam?
EMILIA.
It is the very emblem of a maid.
For when the west wind courts her gently,
How modestly she blows and paints the sun
With her chaste blushes! When the north comes near her,
Rude and impatient, then, like chastity,
She locks her beauties in her bud again,
And leaves him to base briers.
WOMAN.
Yet, good madam,
Sometimes her modesty will blow so far
She falls for ’t. A maid,
If she have any honour, would be loath
To take example by her.
EMILIA.
Thou art wanton.
ARCITE.
She is wondrous fair.
PALAMON.
She is all the beauty extant.