Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.

Some falls the means are happier to rise.

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.