Saturday, February 6, 2016

Post 2.6.2016.7

Posthumus: It is a basilisk unto mine eye,
Kills me to look on't.  Let there be no honor
Where there is beauty; truth where semblance; love
Where there's another man; the vows of women
Of no more bondage be to where they are made
Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing.

Act II, Scene iv

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