Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Phe. 'Tis pretty sure, and very probable,
Phe. That eyes that are the frailst, and softest things,
Phe. Who shut their coward gates on atomyes,
Phe. Should be called tyrants, butchers, murtherers.
Phe. Now I doe frowne on thee with all my heart,
Phe. And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee:
Phe. Now counterfeit to swound, why now fall downe,
Phe. Or if thou canst not, oh for shame, for shame,
Phe. Lye not, to say mine eyes are murtherers:
Phe. Now shew the wound mine eye hath made in thee,
Phe. Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains
Phe. Some scarre of it: Leane vpon a rush
Phe. The Cicatrice and capable impressure
Phe. Thy palme some moment keepes: but now mine eyes
Phe. Which I haue darted at thee, hurt thee not,
Phe. Nor I am sure there is no force in eyes
Phe. That can doe hurt.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. O deere Phebe,
Sil. If euer (as that euer may be neere)