Memory, the warder of the brain.
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.
A hit, a very palpable hit.