ROSALINE.
Look what you do, you do it still i’ th’ dark.
KATHARINE.
So do not you, for you are a light wench.
ROSALINE.
Indeed, I weigh not you, and therefore light.
KATHARINE.
You weigh me not? O, that’s you care not for me.
ROSALINE.
Great reason, for past cure is still past care.
PRINCESS.
Well bandied both; a set of wit well played.
But, Rosaline, you have a favour too.
Who sent it? And what is it?
ROSALINE.
I would you knew.
An if my face were but as fair as yours,
My favour were as great. Be witness this.
Nay, I have verses too, I thank Berowne;
The numbers true, and, were the numbering too,
I were the fairest goddess on the ground.
I am compared to twenty thousand fairs.
O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter.
PRINCESS.
Anything like?
ROSALINE.
Much in the letters, nothing in the praise.
PRINCESS.
Beauteous as ink: a good conclusion.