While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.

Give me my sin again.

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare

I have not slept one wink.

O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?

Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.