Can I Go Forward When My Heart

Come Not Within The Measure Of My Wrath.

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.

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

It Comes To Pass Oft That A Terrible Oath, With A Swaggering Accent Sharply Twanged Off, Gives Manhood More Approbation Than Ever Proof Itself Would Have Earned Him.