Em. Nay, then, you do not love on equal terms;
I love you dearly, without all these helps:
I cannot see your lips carnation,
Your shaded eye-brows, nor your milk-white eyes.
Arth. You still mistake.
Em. Indeed I thought you had a nose and eyes,
And such a face as mine: have not men faces?
Arth. Oh, none like yours, so excellently fair.
Em. Then would I had no face; for I would be
Just such a one as you.