O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

Vaulting Ambition, Which O'erleaps Itself And Falls On The Other Side

Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!

For Murder, Though It Have No Tongue, Will Speak With Most Miraculous Organ.

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates.

No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.