I was born free as Caesar; so were you
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
Why, thou owest god a death.
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!