To think he did not please you.

BEA. Let me, then,
Set your sweet heart at rest. You could not find
In Christendom a man would please me more.

BIA. Then I am happy.

BEA. Aye, be happy, child.

BIA. Why do you call me child?

BEA. Faith, 'tis the season
O' the year when I am older than you. Besides
A bride is always younger than a spinster.

BIA. A spinster! Do you come here to me, Rose-Red,
Whilst I pinch you smartly! You, Arianna, push me
Her Highness over here, that I may pinch her!
[To Loretta.] Nay, is it finished? Aye, 'tis very well.
Though not so well, Loretta, as many a day
When I was doing nothing!--Nay, my girl,
'Tis well enough. He will take me as I am
Or leave me as I was. --You may come back
In half an hour, if you are grieved about it,
And do it again. But go now,--all of you.
I wish to be alone. [To Beatrice.] Not you.

[Exeunt all but Bea. and Bia.]