My Cake Is Dough, But I'll In

Now The Good Gods Forbid That Our Renowned Rome, Whose Gratitude Towards Her Deserved Children Is Enrolled In Jove's Own Book, Like An Unnatural Dam Should Now Eat Up Her Own!

Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This, That In The Course Of Justice None Of Us Should See Salvation.

What Must Be Shall Be.

Speak Me Fair In Death.

She Is Mine Own, And I As Rich In Having Such A Jewel As Twenty Seas, If All Their Sand Were Pearl, The Water Nectar, And The Rocks Pure Gold.