The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.

Every why hath a wherefore.

Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.