In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too

We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

Look To Her, Moor, If Thou Has Eyes To See. She Has Deceived Her Father, And May Thee.

It Warms The Very Sickness In My Heart, That I Shall Live And Tell Him To His Teeth, "thus Diddest Thou;"

Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not Stolen.

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!