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Val. But tell me: dost thou know my lady Silvia?

Speed. She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper?

Val. Hast thou observ’d that? Even she I mean.

Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know’st her not?

Speed. Is she not hard-favor’d, sir?

Val. Not so fair, boy, as well-favor’d.

Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

Val. What dost thou know?

Speed. That she is not so fair as (of you) well favor’d.

Val. I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favor infinite.

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.

Val. How esteem’st thou me? I account of her beauty.

Speed. You never saw her since she was deform’d.

Val. How long hath she been deform’d?

Speed. Ever since you lov’d her.

Val. I have lov’d her ever since I saw her, and still I see her beautiful.

Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.