Erastus.
Then view my tears, that plead for innocence.
Perseda.
What are thy tears, but Circe's magic seas,
Where none 'scape wreck'd but blindfold mariners?
Erastus.
If words and tears displease, then view my looks,
That plead for mercy at thy rigorous hands.
Perseda.
What are thy looks, but like the cockatrice,
That seeks to wound poor silly passengers?
Erastus.