There's Villainous News Abroad.

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.

Hang Him, Swaggering Rascal!

I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But Use None.

I Am Misanthropos, And Hate Mankind, For Thy Part, I Do Wish Thou Wert A Dog, That I Might Love Thee Something.

O For A Horse With Wings!