[069] Durst thou have look’d upon him being awake,
[070] And hast thou kill’d him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
[072] An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.
[074] Dem. You spend your passion on a misprised mood:
075 I am not guilty of Lysander’s blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore?