Would I Were In An Alehouse In

My Noble Father, I Do Perceive Here A Divided Duty. To You I Am Bound For Life And Education. My Life And Education Both Do Learn Me How To Respect You. You Are The Lord Of My Duty, I Am Hitherto Your Daughter. But Here’s My Husband, And So Much Duty As My Mother Showed To You, Preferring You Before Her Father, So Much I Challenge That I May Profess Due To The Moor My Lord.

Think, When We Talk Of Horses, That You See Them Printing Their Proud Hoofs I' The Receiving Earth.

What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should Be Past Grief.

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.