'I would not be thy executioner', Phoebe Act 3, Sc 5, As You Like It.

Hi, my name is Sarah Code. I am 25 years old and I live in the southeast suburbs of Melbourne. I'm originally from the UK, hence the slightly messed up accent, but I've been here for quite a while. I grew up loving Shakespeare, loving theatre, something I've always been really passionate about. My plan was always sort of move back to the UK when I was a bit younger and try my luck on the audition circuit there. As life would have it, I met my partner just before fell in love, got engaged and we now have a beautiful new two-year-old boy. So the last two years of my life have been sort of really dedicated to that side of things. I'm just starting to try and find myself a bit more again, get back into things that I love, that I'm passionate about and Shakespeare is definitely one of them. So yeah, I hope you enjoy my audition and I've certainly had a lot of fun getting back into it. This is Phoebe's I would not be thy executioner. I fly thee for I would not injure thee. Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye. O, it is pretty sure and very probable that eyes that are the frailest and softest things, who shut their coward gates on atomies, should be called tyrants, butchers, murderers. Now I do 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, for shame, for shame, lie not to say mine eyes are murderers. Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee. Scratch thee, but with a pin, and there remains some scar of it. Lean, but upon a rush, the cicatrice incapable in pressure, thy palm some moment keep. But my eyes, which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not, nor I am sure there is no force in eyes that can do hurt.