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
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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