KING.
And Ethiopes of their sweet complexion crack.
DUMAINE.
Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light.
BEROWNE.
Your mistresses dare never come in rain,
For fear their colours should be washed away.
KING.
’Twere good yours did; for, sir, to tell you plain,
I’ll find a fairer face not washed today.
BEROWNE.
I’ll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here.
KING.
No devil will fright thee then so much as she.
DUMAINE.
I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear.
LONGAVILLE.
[Showing his shoe.]
Look, here’s thy love, my foot and her face see.
BEROWNE.
O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread.
DUMAINE.
O vile! Then, as she goes, what upward lies
The street should see as she walked over head.