As for her dress, can't she borrow from you?
The Lord knows that though only the wife of a poor parson, you might throw for gewgaws with a bona roba! Go trick her out, and bring her here.

I'll attend to the wine and the books." When the door opened again, and Audrey, alarmed and wondering, slipped with the wind into the room, and stood in the sunshine before the minister, that worthy first frowned, then laughed, and finally swore.
"'Swounds, Deborah, your hand is out! If I hadn't taken you from service, I'd swear that you were never inside a fine lady's chamber.

What's the matter with the girl's skirt ?" "She's too tall!" cried the sometime waiting woman angrily.

"As for that great stain upon the silk, the wine made it when you threw your tankard at me, last Sunday but one." "That manteau pins her arms to her sides," interrupted the minister calmly, "and the lace is dirty.

You've hidden all her hair under that mazarine, and too many patches become not a brown skin.