Look not so grim upon me.
Osm. My name is Osmond, and my business love.
Em. Thou hast a grisly look,—forbidding what thou askest,
If I durst tell thee so.
Osm. My pent-house eye-brows, and my shaggy beard,
Offend your sight, but these are manly signs;
Faint white and red abuse your expectations:
Be woman; know your sex, and love full pleasures.
Em. Love from a monster, fiend?