The saints sacrifice

Caric. Your wise reasons bear Some probility I must confess.

Caric. Your wise reasons beare Some probility I must confesse.

Cala. Consider Caricles how many have Gotten the plague, although they never touched Nor saw, nor eat, nor lay with the dese••'d, But being with them in the selfsame air, Let love be argument and proof of thi•, Who taketh its beginning from the object Of what it sees, and so as if it were Some privy passage by the eyes hath entrance ⟨image 18⟩Into the heart, and this is probable, For seeing of all other pores and senses The sight is capable of most mutations, And so the hottest, it must needs receive Such like infections as are round about it, And with a hot spirit entertain loves changes, As for examples sake, I will produce Out of the holy books some reasons for it Gathered from natures sole consideration; You know the bird Charadrius doth heal Those persons whose disease is the kings evil, Which bird doth fly away as soon as any Diseased with this grief hath spied her, And turns her tail to him, and shuts her eyes Not (as some say) because she would not help them But that by looking on them she by nature Draws that disease unto her, therefore wisely Declineth such a sight as present peril,

Cala. Consider Caricles how many have Gotten the plague, although they never touch'd Nor saw, nor eate, nor lay with the dese••'d, But being with them in the self•same aire, Let love be argument and proofe of thi•, VVho taketh its beginning from the object Of what it sees, and so as if it were Some privy passage by the eyes hath entrance ⟨image 18⟩Into the heart, and this is probable, For seeing of all other pores and sences The sight is capable of most mutations, And so the hottest, it must needs receive Such like infections as are round about it, And with a hot spirit entertaine loves changes, As for examples sake, I will produce Out of the holie bookes some reasons for it Gathered from natures sole consideration; You know the bird Charadrius doth heale Those persons whose disease is the kings evill, Which bird doth flie away assoone as any Diseased with this griefe hath spied her, And turnes her taile to him, and shuttes her eyes Not (as some say) because she would not help them But that by looking on them she by nature Drawes that disease unto her, therefore wiselie Declineth such a sight as present perill,