She is a precious jewel I have found
Among the filth and rubbish of the world.
I’ll stoop for it; but when I wear it here,
Set on my forehead like the morning star,
The world may wonder, but it will not laugh.
Hyp. If thou wear’st nothing else upon thy forehead
’Twill be indeed a wonder.
Vic. Out upon thee,
With thy unseasonable jests! Pray, tell me,
Is there no virtue in the world?