JUNIOR. Well, they are, aren't they?


WIFE. And what of that? Is that a case for scorn?
My gear is eke as fine as e'er was worn.


EMILY. What about me?


JUNIOR. (_puzzled_) Who are you? I just _can't_ remember.


HIPPOLYTA. Do you not recognize her by her hair?


EMILY. 'Tis falling out because of grief and care!


JUNIOR. Then I suppose you're Emily. But who is that? (_points to_
GRISELDA)


GRISELDA. Ignorance!! (_she stamps her foot_)


ALL. Griselda! You impatient!