1st Lady. Why, my sweet lord?
Mam. You’ll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if
I were a baby still.—I love you better.
2nd Lady. And why so, my lord?
Mam. Not for because
Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
Become some women best, so that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a semi-circle
Or half-moon made with a pen.
2nd Lady. Who taught you this?