Jul. And she shall thank you for 't, if e'er you know her.
A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful.
I hope my master's suit will be but cold,
Since she respects my mistress' love so much.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself !
Here is her picture : Let me see ; I think,
If I had such a tire, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers ;
And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow :
If that be all the difference in his love,
I'll get me such a colour'd periwig.
Her eyes as grey as glass, and so are mine :
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high,
"What should it be, that he respects in her,
But I can make respective to myself,
If this fond love were not a blinded god ?
HERO.
[MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, Act IV. Scene 1.]
Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of ?
Hero. They know, that do accuse me ; I know none :
If I know more of any man alive,
Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,
Let all my sins lack mercy I my father,
