And thereupon thou speak’st the fairest shoot.
[013] For. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so.
[014] Prin. What, what? first praise me, and again say no?
015 O short-lived pride! Not fair? alack for woe!
For. Yes, madam, fair.
Prin.
Nay, never paint me now:
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
Here, good my glass, take this for telling true:
Fair payment for foul words is more than due.