Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till

Death-counterfeiting Sleep.

Now The Fair Goddess, Fortune, Fall Deep In Love With Thee, And Her Great Charms Misguide Thy Opposers' Swords!

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.