And threw her sun-expelling mask away,
IV. 4.
150 The air hath starved the roses in her cheeks,
And [pinch’d] the lily-tincture of her face,
That now she is become as black as I.
Sil. How tall was she?
Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost,
155 When all our pageants of delight were play’d,
Our youth got me to play the woman’s part,
And I was trimm’d in Madam Julia’s gown;
Which served me as fit, by all men’s [judgements],