Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ar. Euen in the matter of mine innocence:
Ar. Nay, after that, consume away in rust,
Ar. But for containing fire to harme mine eye:
Ar. Are you more stubborne hard, then hammer'd Iron?
Ar. And if an Angell should haue come to me,
Ar. And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes,
Ar. I would not haue beleeu'd him: no tongue but Huberts.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Come forth: Do as I bid you do.
Art. Art.
Art. O saue me Hubert, saue me: my eyes are out
Art. Euen with the fierce lookes of these bloody men.
Hub. Giue me the Iron I say, and binde him heere.
Art. Alas, what neede you be so boistrous rough?
Art. I will not struggle, I will stand stone still:
Art. For heauen sake Hubert let me not be bound:
Art. Nay heare me Hubert, driue these men away,
Art. And I will sit as quiet as a Lambe.