The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!
But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!
April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.