Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.

And A Man's Life's No More Than To Say "one."

Tam: What Begg’st Thou Then? Fond Woman, Let Me Go. Lav: ’tis Present Death I Beg; And One Thing More That Womanhood Denies My Tongue To Tell. O! Keep Me From Their Worse Than Killing Lust, And Tumble Me Into Some Loathsome Pit, Where Never Man’s Eye May Behold My Body: Do This, And Be A Charitable Murderer. Tam: So Should I Rob My Sweet Sons Of Their Fee: No, Let Them Satisfy Their Lust On Thee. Dem: Away! For Thou Hast Stay’d Us Here Too Long. Lav: No Grace! No Womanhood! Ah, Beastly Creature, The Blot And Enemy To Our General Name. Confusion Fall—

Though It Be Honest, It Is Never Good To Bring Bad News.

You See Me Here, You Gods, A Poor Old Man, As Full Of Grief As Age; Wretched In Both.