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She is too noble for a petty court. Is it not so, my Lord?—(To who only bows assent.) Nay, she demeans herself with so much grace, Such easy state, such gay magnificence, She should be queen of revelry and show.

Fred. She's charming as the goddess of delight.

Valt. But after her, she most attracted me Who wore the yellow scarf and walk'd the last, For tho' Victoria is a lovely woman—

Fred. Nay, it is treason but to call her woman; She's a divinity, and should be worshipp’d. But on my life, since now we talk of worship, She worshipp'd Francis with right noble gifts! They sparkled so with gold and precious gems Their value must be great; some thousand crowns?

Ros. I would not rate them at a price so mean; The cup alone, with precious stones beset, Would fetch a sum as great. That olive branch The princess bore herself, of fretted gold, Was exquisitely wrought. I mark'd it more, Because she held it in so white a hand.

Bas, in a quick voice. Marked you her hand? I did not see her hand. And yet she wav'd it twice.

Ros. It is a fair one, tho' you mark'd it not.

Valt. I wish some painter's eye had view'd the group, As she and all her lovely damsels pass'd; He would have found wherewith t'enrich his art.

Ros. I wish so too; for oft their fancied beauties