(I say not this to court your favour, sir—
The Devil take your favour!)—I, a dwarf,
Crooked, humpbacked, and one-eyed—so foul a thing
That I am fain to quote my love for women
To prove that I have kinship with mankind.
Well, we are deadly rivals, you and I.
Do we start fair, d’ye think? Are you and I
So nicely matched in all that wins a woman
That I should hold myself in honour bound
By laws of courtesy? But one word more,