Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

For I can raise no money by vile means.

Good words are better than bad strokes.

This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester, Malevolent to you In all aspects, Which makes him prune himself and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.

And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.

For this relief, much thanks