Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

One pain is lessened by another's anguish.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.

Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will, On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just.

Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?