WILL
Oh, if I could write the beauty of her
eyes! I was born to look in them and
know myself.
He is looking into VIOLA'S eyes. She holds his look, but
WILL belies his words.
VIOLA AS THOMAS
And her lips?
WILL
Oh, Thomas, her lips! The early
morning rose would wither on the
branch, if it could feel envy!
VIOLA AS THOMAS
And her voice? Like lark song?
WILL
Deeper. Softer. None of your
twittering larks! I would banish
nightingales from her garden before
they interrupt her song.
VIOLA AS THOMAS
She sings too?
WILL
Constantly. Without doubt. And plays
the lute, she has a natural ear. And
her bosom--did I mention her bosom?
VIOLA AS THOMAS
(glinting)
What of her bosom?
WILL
Oh Thomas, a pair of pippins! As round
and rare as golden apples!