_Biron._ Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light. O, if in black my lady’s brows be deck’d, It mourns that painting and usurping hair 255 Should ravish doters with a false aspect; And therefore is she born to make black fair. Her favour turns the fashion of the days, For native blood is counted painting now; And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, 260 Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. _Dum._ To look like her are chimney-sweepers black. _Long._ And since her time are colliers counted bright. _King._ And Ethiopes of their sweet complexion crack. _Dum._ Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. 265 _Biron._ Your mistresses dare never come in rain, For fear their colours should be wash’d away. _King._ ’Twere good, yours did; for, sir, to tell you plain, I ’ll find a fairer face not wash’d to-day. _Biron._ I’ll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here. 270 _King._ No devil will fright thee then so much as she. _Dum._ I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. _Long._ Look, here’s thy love: my foot and her face see. _Biron._ O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes, Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! 275 _Dum._ O vile! then, as she goes, what upward lies The street should see as she walk’d overhead. _King._ But what of this? are we not all in love? _Biron._ Nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn. _King._ Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove 280 Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. _Dum._ Ay, marry, there; some flattery for this evil. _Long._ O, some authority how to proceed; Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. _Dum._ Some salve for perjury.