Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Art. Hubert, the vtterance of a brace of tongues,
Art. Must needes want pleading for a paire of eyes:
Art. Let me not hold my tongue: let me not Hubert,
Art. Or Hubert, if you will cut out my tongue,
Art. So I may keepe mine eyes. O spare mine eyes,
Art. Though to no vse, but still to looke on you.
Art. Loe, by my troth, the Instrument is cold,
Art. And would not harme me.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. I can heate it, Boy.
Art. Art.
Art. No, in good sooth: the fire is dead with griefe,
Art. Being create for comfort, to be vs'd
Art. In vndeserued extreames: See else your selfe,
Art. There is no malice in this burning cole,
Art. The breath of heauen, hath blowne his spirit out,
Art. And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.
Hub. But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy.