But ah! what thing am I? Fain would I know;
Or am I blind, or do I see but half?
With all my care, and looking round about,
I cannot view my face.
Mat. None see themselves
But by reflection; in this glass you may. [Gives her a glass.
Em. [Taking the glass, and looking.] What's this?
It holds a face within it:—Oh sweet face!
It draws the mouth, and smiles, and looks upon me,
And talks, but yet I cannot hear it speak;