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Jul. And she shall thank you for 't, if e'er you know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. I hope my master's suit will be but cold, Since she respects my mistress' love so much. Alas, how love can trifle with itself ! Here is her picture : Let me see ; I think, If I had such a tire, this face of mine Were full as lovely as is this of hers ; And yet the painter flatterM her a little, Unless I flatter with myself too much. Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow : If that be all the difference in his love, I'll get me such a colour'd periwig. Her eyes as grey as glass, and so are mine : Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high, "What should it be, that he respects in her, But I can make respective to myself, If this fond love were not a blinded god ? HERO. [MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, Act IV. Scene i.j Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of ? Hero. They know, that do accuse me ; I know none : If I know more of any man alive, Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Let all my sins lack mercy I my father,