EMILIA.
The sun grows high; let’s walk in. Keep these flowers.
We’ll see how near art can come near their colours.
I am wondrous merry-hearted. I could laugh now.
WOMAN.
I could lie down, I am sure.
EMILIA.
And take one with you?
WOMAN.
That’s as we bargain, madam.
EMILIA.
Well, agree then.
[Exeunt Emilia and Woman.]
PALAMON.
What think you of this beauty?
ARCITE.
’Tis a rare one.
PALAMON.
Is’t but a rare one?
ARCITE.
Yes, a matchless beauty.