What mean you?
VIOLET.
That like the moon you need not wrap yourself
In any cloud; you shine through each disguise;
You are a masker in a mask of glass.
You've such transparent sides, each casual eye
May see the heaving heart.
WALTER.
Oh, misery!
Is 't visible to thee?
VIOLET.
'Tis clear as dew!
Mine eyes have been upon it all the night,
Unknown to you.
WALTER.
The sorrowful alone
Can know the sorrowful. What woe is thine,
That thou canst read me thus?
VIOLET.