A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out

There's No Trust, No Faith, No Honesty In Men; All Perjured, All Forsworn, All Naught, All Dissemblers.

Bloody Instructions, Which, Being Taught, Return To Plague The Inventor.

If There Be Devils, Would I Were A Devil, To Live And Burn In Everlasting Fire, So I Might Have Your Company In Hell, But To Torment You With My Bitter Tongue!

And What’s He Then That Says I Play The Villain?

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.