Val. I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.
II. 1.
50 Speed. That’s because the one is painted, and the other out of all count.
Val. How painted? and how out of count?
Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.
55 Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty.
Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed.
Val. How long hath she been deformed?
Speed. Ever since you loved her.
Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I 60 see her beautiful.
Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.