Either because she thinks pale-lookes moves most: 
Or of an answereable nice affect
To other of her modest qualities;
Because she wood not with the outward blaze
Of tempting beauty tangle wanton eies;
And so be troubled with their tromperies: 
Which construe as thou wilt, I make it knowne,
That thy free comment may examine it,
As willinger to tell truth of my Neece,
Then in the least degree to wrong my friend.

Cla.  A jealous part of friendship you unfold;
For was it ever seene that any Dame
Wood change of choice a well mixt white and red
For bloodles palenes, if she striv’d to move? 
Her painting then is to shun motion,
But if she mended some defects with it,
Breedes it more hate then other ornaments;
(Which to suplie bare nature) Ladies weare? 
What an absurd thing is it to suppose;
(If nature made us either lame or sick,)
We wood not seeke for sound limmes, or for health
By Art the Rector of confused Nature? 
So in a face, if Nature be made lame,
Then Art can make it, is it more offence
To helpe her want there then in other limmes? 
Who can give instance where Dames faces lost
The priviledge their other parts may boast.

Mom.  But our most Court received Poets saies, That painting is pure chastities abator.

Cla.  That was to make up a poore rime to Nature. 
And farre from any judgment it confered
For lightnes comes from harts, and not from lookes,
And if inchastity possesse the hart;
Not painting doth not race it, nor being cleare
Doth painting spot it: 
Omne bonum naturaliter pulchrum. 
For outward fairenes beares the divine forme,
And moves beholders to the Act of love;
And that which moves to love is to be wisht,
And each thing simply to be wisht is good. 
So I conclude mere painting of the face
A lawful and a commendable grace.

Mom.  What paradox dost thou defend in this? 
And yet through thy cleare arguments I see
Thy speach is farre exempt from flatterie;
And how illiterate custome groslie erres
Almost in all traditions she preferres. 
Since then the doubt I put thee of my Neece,
Checks not thy doubtlesse love, forth my deare friend,
And to add[43] force to those impressions,
That now have caru’d her phantasie with love,
I have invited her to supper heere. 
And told her thou art most extreamly sick,
Which thou shalt counterfeit with all thy skill.

Cla.  Which is exceeding smale to conterfeit.

Mom.  Practise a little, love will teach it thee;
And then shall Doctor Versey the physitian,
Come to thee while her selfe is in my house,
Whith whom as thou confer’st of thy disease,
He bring my Neece with all the Lords, and Ladies
Within your hearing, under fain’d pretext
To shew the Pictures that hang neere thy Chamber;
Where when thou hearst my voyce, know she is there,
And therefore speake that which may stir her thoughts,
And make her flie into thy opened armes. 
Ladies, whom true worth cannot move to ruth,
Trew lovers must deceive to shew their truth.