What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.
The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits.
If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?
All the world is a stage and we are merely players.
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.