Arm. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers; but to have a love of that colour, methinks Samson had small 085 reason for it. He surely affected her for her wit.
[086] Moth. It was so, sir; for she had a green wit.
[087] Arm. My love is most immaculate white and red.
[088] Moth. Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under such colours.
090 Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.
Moth. My father’s wit, and my mother’s tongue, assist me!
Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty and [094] pathetical!
Moth.
095 If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne’er be known;