The Undiscovered Country From Whose Bourn No

Make Passionate My Sense Of Hearing.

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

Do Not Cast Away An Honest Man For A Villain's Accusation.

Foul Fiend Of France And Hag Of All Despite, Encompassed With Thy Lustful Paramours, Becomes It Thee To Taunt His Valiant Age And Twit With Cowardice A Man Half Dead?

Now, By The World, It Is A Lusty Wench; I Love Her Ten Times More Than E'er I Did: O, How I Long To Have Some Chat With Her!