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_Somewhat light as air. There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body. O! These encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes._ TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act IV.
[Footnote: The first half-line, which is not in _Troilus and Cressida_, is perhaps a reminiscence of _Othello_: "Trifles light as air."-- C. K. S. M.]