Hil. Dost thou still doubt me then?
Mous.I doubt myself—
I doubt my rugged form, my rough-hewn face,
My crumpled limbs!—See, lady, I exchange
My immortality for Life and Death,
My demi-godhead for the state of Man—
Man, undersized and crippled, and accurst!
All this I do for thee—Let me be sure
That when I’ve done all this, thou wilt not cry,
“Away, distorted thing,