Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ber. Diuels soonest tempt resembling spirits of light.
Ber. O if in blacke my Ladies browes be deckt,
Ber. It mournes, that painting vsurping haire
Ber. Should rauish doters with a false aspect:
Ber. And therfore is she borne to make blacke, faire.
Ber. Her fauour turnes the fashion of the dayes,
Ber. For natiue bloud is counted painting now:
Ber. And therefore red that would auoyd dispraise,
Ber. Paints it selfe blacke, to imitate her brow.
Dum. Dum.
Dum. To look like her are Chimny‑sweepers blacke.
Lon. Lon.
Lon. And since her time, are Colliers counted bright.
King. King.
King. And Æhiops of their sweet complexion crake.
Dum. Dark needs no Candles now, for dark is light.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Your mistresses dare neuer come in raine,
Ber. For feare their colours should be washt away.