Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?

Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In My Hand,blood And Revenge Are Hammering In My Head.

And I Will Make It Felony To Drink Small Beer.

A Fool, A Fool! I Met A Fool I' Th' Forest, A Motley Fool! A Miserable World! As I Do Live By Food, I Met A Fool Who Laid Him Down And Basked Him In The Sun And Railed On Lady Fortune In Good Terms, In Good Set Terms, And Yet A Motley Fool.

So Sweet Was Ne'er So Fatal. I Must Weep. But They Are Creul Tears. This Sorrow's Heavenly; It Strikes Where It Doth Love.