As You Like It – PhebeHomepage / Academic programs / Faculty of Arts and Science / Humanities / Drama / Student Resources / As You Like It – Phebe As You Like It – PhebeShakespeare – WomenAct 3, sc.5, lines 8-26I would not be thy executioner. I fly thee, for I would not injure thee. Thou tell’st me there is murder in mine eye: ‘Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, That eyes, that are the frail’st and softest things Who shut their coward gates on atomies, Should be called tyrants, butchers, murderers! Now do I frown on thee with all my heart, And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee. Now counterfeit to swoon, why, now fall down; Or if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame, Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers! Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee: Scratch thee with but a pin and there remains Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush, The cicatrice and capable impressure Thy palm some moment keeps; but now mine eyes, Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not, Nor, am I sure, there is no force in eyes That can do hurt.