Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!
He's loved of the distracted multitude, who like not in their judgement, but their eyes.
When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.