Shep. They call him Doricles; [and boasts] himself
To have a worthy [feeding]: [but I have it]
Upon his own report and I believe it;
He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter:
I think so too; for never gazed the moon
Upon the water, as he'll stand and read
As 'twere my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose
[Who loves another] best.
Pol. She dances featly.