Em. Stand farther; let me take my fill of sight. [Looking up.
What's that above, that weakens my new eyes,
Makes me not see, by seeing?
Mat. 'Tis the sun.
Em. The sun! 'tis sure a God, if that be heaven:—
Oh! if thou art a creature, best and fairest,
How well art thou from mortals so remote,
To shine, and not to burn, by near approach!
How hast thou lightened even my very soul,