A woman's thought runs before her actions.
Foul whisperings are abroad
Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!
Too nice, and yet too true!
At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.