'tis Brief, My Lord...as Woman's Love.

What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak 'em Fair?

It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood Will Have Blood.

Base Men Being In Love Have Then A Nobility In Their Natures More Than Is Native To Them.

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.

For Now I Stand As One Upon A Rock Environed With A Wilderness Of Sea, Who Marks The Waxing Tide Grow Wave By Wave, Expecting Ever When Some Envious Surge Will In His Brinish Bowels Swallow Him.