The Past Is Prologue.

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

He Kills Her In Her Own Humor.

Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

Give Me That Man That Is Not Passion's Slave, And I Will Wear Him In My Heart's Core, In My Heart Of Heart, As I Do Thee.

For He Was Likely, Had He Been Put On, To Have Proved Most Royally.