Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.
[262] Dum. To look like her are chimney-sweepers black.
Long. And since her time are colliers counted bright.
[264] King. And Ethiopes of their sweet complexion crack.
265 Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light.
Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain,
[267] For fear their colours should be wash’d away.
King. ’Twere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell you plain,
I ’ll find a fairer face not wash’d to-day.
270 Biron.I’ll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here.