Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Art. If heauen be pleas'd that you must vse me ill,
Art. Why then you must. Will you put out mine eyes?
Art. These eyes, that neuer did, nor neuer shall
Art. So much as frowne on you.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. I haue sworne to do it:
Hub. And with hot Irons must I burne them out.
Ar. Ar.
Ar. Ah, none but in this Iron Age, would do it:
Ar. The Iron of it selfe though he ate red hot,
Ar. Approaching neere these eyes, would drinke my teares,
Ar. And quench this fierie indignation,
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.