He gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the hare-lip. King Lear, Act III., Sc. IV.
Thou green sarcenet flap for a sore eye. Troilus and Cressida, Act V., Sc. I.
A merry, cock-eyed, curious looking sprite. Byron—Vision of Judgment.
To no one muse does she her glance confine, But has an eye, at once, to all the nine. Tom Moore.
The subject of wounds has received frequent mention.
A scratch, a scratch; marry, ’tis enough; * * * go, villain, fetch a surgeon. * * * ’Tis not deep as a well, nor as wide as a church door; but ’tis enough, * * * ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
Romeo and Juliet, Act III., Sc. I.
Have by some surgeon * * * To stop his wounds lest he do bleed to death. Merchant of Venice, Act IV., Sc. I.
For the love of God, a surgeon! send one presently to Sir Toby. * * * H’as broke my head across, and has given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God your help!
Twelfth Night, Act V., Sc. I.