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?
ARCITE.
Noble Theseus,
To purchase name and do my ablest service
To such a well-found wonder as thy worth;
For only in thy court, of all the world,
Dwells fair-eyed Honour.
PIRITHOUS.
All his words are worthy.