To make me love him; all shall not change my soul.
Arth. Ha! Does the enchanter practise hell upon you?
Is he my rival too?
Em. Yes, but I hate him;
For, when he spoke, through my shut eyes I saw him;
His voice look'd ugly, and breathed brimstone on me;
And then I first was glad that I was blind,
Not to behold damnation.
Phil. This time is left me to congratulate
Your new-born eyes; and tell you what you gain