Thou Art A Slave, Whom Fortune's Tender

Hath Romeo Slain Himself? Say Thou But Ay, And That Bare Vowel Ay Shall Poison More Than The Death-darting Eye Of Cockatrice. I Am Not I,if There Be Such An Ay, Or Those Eyes Shut,that Make Thee Answer Ay: If He Be Slain Say Ay,or If Not,no: Brief Sounds,determine Of My Weal Or Woe.

I Thank You All And Here Dismiss You All, And To The Love And Favor Of My Country Commit Myself, My Person, And The Cause.

You Lack The Season Of All Natures, Sleep.

Diseased Nature Oftentimes Breaks Forth In Strange Eruptions.

For By His Face Straight Shall You Know His Heart.