Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sil. Sil.
Sil. Is she not passing faire?
Iul. Iul.
Iul. She hath been fairer (Madam) than she is,
Iul. When she did thinke my Master lou'd her well;
Iul. She, in my iudgement, was as faire as you.
Iul. But since she did neglect her looking‑glasse
Iul. And threw her Sun‑expelling Masque away,
Iul. The ayre hath staru'd the roses in her cheekes,
Iul. And pinch'd the lilly‑tincture of her face,
Iul. That now she is become as blacke as I.
Sil. How tall was she?
Iul. About my stature: for at Pentecost,
Iul. When all our Pageants of delight were plaid,
Iul. Our youth got me to play the womans part,
Iul. And I was trim'd in Madam Iulias gowne,
Iul. Which serued me as fit, by all mens iudgements,
Iul. As if the garment had bin made for me: