Steals ere we can effect them. You remember
The daughter of this lord?
Ber. [Admiringly,] my liege, at first
I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue:
Where the impression of mine eye infixing,
Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
Which [warp'd] the line of every other favour;
[Scorn'd] a fair colour, or express'd it stolen;