Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. 'Twere good yours did: for sir to tell you plaine,
Kin. Ile finde a fairer face not washt to day.
Ber. Ile proue her faire, or talke till dooms‑day here.