Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

Who Can Control His Fate?

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.

He's Truly Valiant That Can Wisely Suffer The Worst That Man Can Breathe, And Make His Wrongs His Outsides, To Wear Them Like His Raiment, Carelessly, And Ne'er Prefer His Injuries To His Heart, To Bring It Into Danger.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumber'd Here While These Visions Did Appear.

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.