Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Art. I will not stirre, nor winch, nor speake a word,
Art. Nor looke vpon the Iron angerly:
Art. Thrust but these men away, and Ile forgiue you,
Art. What euer torment you do put me too.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Go stand within: let me alone with him.
Exec. Exec.
Exec. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deede.
Art. Art.
Art. Alas, I then haue chid away my friend,
Art. He hath a sterne looke, but a gentle heart:
Art. Let him come backe, that his compassion may
Art. Giue life to yours.
Hub. Come (Boy) prepare your selfe.
Art. Is there no remedie?
Hub. None, but to lose your eyes.