Cel. Just such a one as yours.
Flo. What's that?
Cel. Such an oval face, clear skin, hazel eyes, thick brown eye-brows, and hair as you have, for all the world.
Fla. But I can assure you, she has nothing of all this.
Cel. Hold thy peace, envy; nay, I can be constant an I set on't.
Flo. 'Tis true she tells you.
Cel. Ay, ay, you may slander yourself as you please: Then you have,—let me see.
Flo. Ill swear, you shall not see.
Cel. A turned up nose, that gives an air to your face:—Oh, I find I am more and more in love with you!—a full nether lip, an out-mouth, that makes mine water at it; the bottom of your cheeks a little blub, and two dimples when you smile: For your stature, 'tis well; and for your wit, 'twas given you by one that knew it had been thrown away upon an ill face.—Come, you're handsome, there's no denying it.
Flo. Can you settle your spirits to see an ugly face, and not be frighted? I could find in my heart to lift up my mask, and disabuse you.