Hastings.—His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this morning:
There’s some conceit or other likes him well,
When he doth bid good-morrow with such spirit.
I think, there’s ne’er a man in Christendom,
Can lesser hide his love or hate than he;
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
Stanley.—What of his heart perceive you in his face,
By any likelihood he show’d to-day?
Hastings.—Marry, that with no man here he is offended;
For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.’