Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak

Discharge My Followers; Let Them Hence Away, From Richard's Night To Bolingbrooke's Fair Day.

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

None Can Cure Their Harms By Wailing Them.

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