Are. Nay then hear:
I must, and will have them, and more.
Phi. What more?
Are. Or lose that little life the gods prepared, To trouble this poor piece of earth withall.
Phi. Madam, what more?
Are. Turn then away thy face.
Phi. No.
Are. Do.
Phi. I cannot endure it: turn away my face?
I never yet saw enemy that lookt
So dreadful, but that I thought my self
As great a Basilisk as he; or spake
So horribly, but that I thought my tongue
Bore Thunder underneath, as much as his:
Nor beast that I could turn from: shall I then
Begin to fear sweet sounds? a Ladies voice,
Whom I do love? Say you would have my life,
Why, I will give it you; for it is of me
A thing so loath'd, and unto you that ask
Of so poor use, that I shall make no price
If you intreat, I will unmov'dly hear.
Are. Yet for my sake a little bend thy looks.
Phi. I do.