Let Witchcraft Join With Beauty, Lust With

You Have Dancing Shoes With Nimble Soles. I Have A Soul Of Lead.

Exit, Pursued By A Bear.

If All The Year Were Playing Holidays; To Sport Would Be As Tedious As To Work.

Hadst Thou No Poison Mixed, No Sharp-ground Knife, No Sudden Mean Of Death, Though Ne'er So Mean, But 'banished' To Kill Me--'banished'? O Friar, The Damned Use That Word In Hell; Howling Attends It! How Hast Thou The Heart, Being A Divine, A Ghostly Confessor, A Sin-absolver, And My Friend Professed, To Mangle Me With That Word 'banished'?

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.