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Have so much cold perfection in their parts, 'Tis plain they ne'er belong’d to flesh and blood. This is not truth, and doth not please so well As the varieties of lib'ral nature, Where ev'ry kind of beauty charms the eye; Large and small featur'd, flat, and prominent. Ay, by the mass! and snub-nos'd beauties too. 'Faith ev'ry woman hath some 'witching charm, If that she be not proud, or captious.

Valt. Demure, or over-wise, or giv'n to freaks.

Ros. Or giv'n to freaks! hold, hold, good Valtomer! Thou'lt leave no woman handsome under heav'n.

Valt. But I must leave you for an hour or so, I mean to view the town if aught worth notice.

Fred. I'll go with thee, my friend.

Ros.And so will I. [ ''Valt. Fred. and Ros.''

Ros. I have repented me, I will not go; What mighty thoughts engage my pensive friend? Bas. O! it is admirable.

Ros. How runs thy fancy? what is admirable?

Bas. Her form, her face, her motion, ev'ry thing!

Ros. The princess? yes, have we not prais'd her much?

Bas. I know you prais'd her, and her off'rings too!