Why how you frown!
Zeo. (coldly).If such a love as mine
Serves but to feed your sense of vanity,
I think it is misplaced.
Phil.My vanity
Must needs be fed, and with such love as yours.
I have worked hard to gain it, Zeolide!
You are not nearly as attractive as
Five hundred other ladies I could name,
Who, when I said I loved them, stopped my lips—