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ARCITE
Will ye go forward, cousin? [180]
EMILIA
Canst not thou work such flowers in silk, wench?
WOMAN
Yes.
EMILIA
I’ll have a gown full of ’em and of these.
This is a pretty colour; will’t not do
Rarely upon a skirt, wench?
WOMAN
Dainty, madam.
ARCITE
Cousin, cousin, how do you, sir? Why, Palamon! [185]
PALAMON
Never till now I was in prison, Arcite.
ARCITE
Why, what’s the matter, man?
PALAMON
Behold, and wonder.
By heaven, she is a goddess.
ARCITE
Ha!
PALAMON
Do reverence;
She is a goddess, Arcite.
