An old black ram is tupping your white ewe

And what’s he then that says I play the villain?

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

Make not your thoughts your prisons.

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?

If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.