I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together, And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.