VALENTINE.
Hast thou observed that? Even she I mean.
SPEED.
Why, sir, I know her not.
VALENTINE.
Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know’st her not?
SPEED.
Is she not hard-favoured, sir?
VALENTINE.
Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured.
SPEED.
Sir, I know that well enough.
VALENTINE.
What dost thou know?
SPEED.
That she is not so fair as, of you, well-favoured.
VALENTINE.
I mean that her beauty is exquisite but her favour infinite.
SPEED.
That’s because the one is painted, and the other out of all count.