Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs'd They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin's Day.

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise

Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

I Am Not Of That Feather, To Shake Off My Friend When He Must Need Me