Shame may do most where fear is found most weak;
That which for shame's sake yet I have not done,
Shall it be done for fear's? Take thine own way;
Better the foot slip than the whole soul swerve.
PHÆDRA.
The man is choice and exquisite of mouth;
Yet in the end a curse shall curdle it.
CHORUS.
He goes with cloak upgathered to the lip,
Holding his eye as with some ill in sight.
PHÆDRA.
A bitter ill he hath i' the way thereof,
And it shall burn the sight out as with fire.
CHORUS.
Speak no such word whereto mischance is kin.
PHÆDRA.