Al. How willingly thy heart betrays thee, Cousin?
Cozen thy self no more; thou hast no more power
To leave off loving him than he that's thirsty
Has to abstain from drink standing before him;
His mind is not so monstrous for his shape,
If I have Eyes, I have not seen his better.
A handsome brown Complexion.
Mary. Reasonable,
Inclining to a tawney.
Alice. Had I said so
You would have wish'd my tongue out; then his making.
Mar. Which may be mended; I have seen legs straighter,
And cleaner made.
Alice. A body too.
Mary. Far neater,
And better set together.
Alice. God forgive thee,
For against thy Conscience thou lyest stubbornly.
Mary. I grant 'tis neat enough.
Alice. 'Tis excellent,
And where the outward parts are fair and lovely,
(Which are but moulds o'th' mind) what must the soul be?
Put case youth has his swinge, and fiery Nature
Flames to mad uses many times.
Mary. All this
You only use to make me say I love him;
I do confess I do, but that my fondness
Should fling it self upon his desperate follies.