In a disguise of love:
It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,
Women to change their shapes than men their minds.
110 Pro. Than men their minds! ’tis true. O heaven, were man
But constant, he were perfect! That one error
Fills him with faults; makes him run through [all the sins]:
Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
What is in Silvia’s face, but I may spy
115 More fresh in Julia’s with a constant eye?
Val. Come, come, a hand from either: