I am ashamed: does not the stone rebuke me
For being more stone than it?
. . . . . .
Paul. No longer shall you gaze on’t, lest your fancy
May think anon it moves.
Leon.Let be, let be.
Would I were dead, but that, methinks, already—
What was he that did make it? See, my lord,
Would you not deem it breathed? and that those veins
Did verily bear blood?