Come, Lady, die to live.
Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.