Pardon's The Word To All.

And Thou, All-shaking Thunder, Strike Flat The Thick Rotundity O' The World! Crack Nature's Moulds, All Germens Spill At Once That Makes Ingrateful Man!

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.

Who Is It That Can Tell Me Who I Am?

Bassanio: Do All Men Kill All The Things They Do Not Love? Shylock: Hates Any Man The Thing He Would Not Kill? Bassanio: Every Offence Is Not A Hate At First.