Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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)
Sil. You meet in some fresh cheeke the power of fancie,
Sil. Then shall you know the wounds inuisible
Sil. That Loues keene arrows make.
Phe. Phe.
Phe. But till that time
Phe. Come not thou neere me: and when that time comes,
Phe. Afflict me with thy mockes, pitty me not,
Phe. As till that time I shall not pitty thee.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. And why I pray you? who might be your mother
Ros. That you insult, exult, and all at once
Ros. Ouer the wretched? what though you hau no beauty