What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?

So quick bright things come to confusion.​​​​​​

Go, bid the soldiers shoot.

I would fain die a dry death.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.

Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

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