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Love's Labour's Lost, I. ii

Arm. Is that one of the four complexions?

Boy. As I have read, sir; and the best of

them too.

Arm. Green indeed is the colour of lovers;

but to have a love of that colour, methinks

Samson had small reason for it. He surely

affected her for her wit.

Boy. It was so, sir, for she had a green wit.

Arm. My love is most immaculate white and

red.

Boy. Most maculate thoughts, master, are

masked under such colours.

Arm. Define, define, well-educated infant.

Boy. My father's wit, and my mother's

tongue, assist me!

Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty

and pathetical!

Boy. If she be made of white and red,

Her faults will ne'er be known,

For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,

And fears by pale white shown:

Then if she fear, or be to blame,

By this you shall not know,

For still her cheeks possess the same

Which native she doth owe.

A dangerous rime, master, against the reason of

white and red.

Arm. Is there not a ballet, boy, of the King

and the Beggar?

Boy. The world was very guilty of such a

ballet some three ages since; but I think now

 94 affected: liked

wit: understanding

95 green wit; cf. n.

104 pathetical: touching

112 native: naturally

owe: own, possess

115, 116 Cf. n.

115 ballet: ballad

118 ages: generations

