Don Jer. She has her father's eyes.
Isaac. [Aside.]Truly, I should have guessed them to have been so! If she had her mother's spectacles, I believe she would not see the worse.
Don Jer. Her aunt Ursula's nose, and her grandmother's forehead, to a hair.
Isaac. [Aside.]Ay, 'faith, and her grandfather's chin, to a hair.
Don Jer. Well, if she was but as dutiful as she's handsome—and hark ye, friend Isaac, she is none of your made-up beauties—her charms are of the lasting kind.
Isaac. I'faith, so they should—for if she be but twenty now, she may double her age before her years will overtake her face.
Don Jer. Why, zounds, Master Isaac! you are not sneering, are you?
Isaac. Why now, seriously, Don Jerome, do you think your daughter handsome?
Don Jer. By this light, she's as handsome a girl as any in Seville.
Isaac. Then, by these eyes, I think her as plain a woman as ever I beheld.