Scene 6.
Well met, for if accident had not befriended me, you would not have been so kind as to have met me; for I percieve you stri∣ved to shun me.
The reason is, I was affraid my presence would not be acceptable.
You never stay to try whether it would or not, but surely if your conversation be answerable to your beauty, your Company cannot but be pleasing.
I doubt I am to young to be hansome, for time hath not shapt me yet into a perfect form, for nature hath but laid the draught, & mixt the collours, for time to work with, which he as yet hath neither placed, nor drawn them right, so that beauty in me is not as yet fully finished; and as my beauty, so I doubt my wit, is imperfect, and the ignorance of youth makes a discord in discourse, being not so experiencedly learned, nor artificially pra∣ctised, as to speak harmoniously, where the want makes my conversation dull with circumspection and fear; which makes my wordes flow through my lips, like lead, heavy and slow.
Thy wit sounds as thy beauty appears, the one charms the eares, the other attracts the eyes.
You have been more bountifull to me in your praises, than Nature in her gifts.
Since I perceive you to be so pleasing, we will be better acquainted.