But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!