Alack, The Night Comes On, And The

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.

Make Passionate My Sense Of Hearing.

Mine Honor Is My Life, Both Grow In One. Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done. Then, Dear My Liege, Mine Honor Let Me Try; In That I Live, And For That I Will Die.

As He Was Valiant, I Honour Him. But As He Was Ambitious, I Slew Him.

The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly May Easily Untie.