838Wom. I thinke I should not, Madam.

839Emil. That's a good wench:

840But take heede to your kindnes though.

841Wom. Why Madam?

842Emil. Men are mad things.

843Arcite. Will ye goe forward Cosen?

844Emil. Canst not thou work: such flowers in silke wench?

845Wom. Yes.

846Emil. Ile have a gowne full of 'em and of these,

847This is a pretty colour, wilt not doe

848Rarely upon a Skirt wench?

849Wom. Deinty Madam.

850Arc. Gosen, Cosen, how doe you Sir? Why Palamon?

851Pal. Never till now I was in prison Arcite.

852Arc. Why whats the matter Man?

853Pal. Behold, and wonder.

854By heaven shee is a Goddesse.

855Arcite. Ha.

856Pal. Doe reverence.

857She is a Goddesse Arcite.

858Emil. Of all Flowres.

859Me thinkes a Rose is best.

860Wom. Why gentle Madam?

861Emil. It is the very Embleme of a Maide.

862For when the west wind courts her gently

863How modestly she blowes, and paints the Sun,

864With her chaste blushes? When the North comes neere her,

865Rude and impatient, then, like Chastity

866Shee lockes her beauties in her bud againe,

867And leaves him to base briers.

868Wom. Yet good Madam,

869Sometimes her modesty will blow so far

870She fals for't: a Mayde

871If shee have any honour, would be loth

872To take example by her.

873Emil. Thou art wanton.

874Arc. She is wondrous faire.

875Pal. She is all the beauty extant.