Ber. They told me that your name was Fontibell.
Dia. No, my good lord, Diana.
Ber. [Titled goddess;]
And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul,
In your fine frame hath love no quality?
If the quick fire of youth light not your mind,
You are no maiden, but a monument:
When you are dead, you should be such a one
As you are now, for you are cold and [stern;]
And now you should be as your mother was