stephano.
Why truly he had a brighter face than thine own, but shorn off somewhat from the left cheek.
roland.
Thou speakest parables, Stephano. Out with it, friend: a secret cometh to no good if kept in thy stomach.
stephano.
A fair face; eyes, mouth, and nose, though none of the best;—I think not half so well made as mine own.
roland.
In troth, a dainty lover. What more?
stephano.
But then she gave him such a look of devotion, it would have done thine heart good to have watched the turn of her face, and to have looked at the glistening of her eye,—and yet this platter-faced gallant seemed all unmoved.
roland.
His name knowest thou?
stephano.
Verily, he hath many titles, and I should be puzzled to suit my respect with his proper quality, should we meet.
roland.
I'll watch to-night;—but pr'ythee whisper me his name gently; I am not quick at solving a riddle.
stephano.
Nay, nay; watch and satisfy thine own prying fancy, as I have mine. If she walks to-night I'll call thee. [Exeunt.