1 I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
2 Since he went into France, I have been in continual practice.
3 Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration.
4 Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.
5 But indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
6 Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
7 Both your majesties Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty.
8 The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain That looks so many fadoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath.
9 Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to the doctor, for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far more choler.
10 Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness.
11 And so have I a noble father lost, A sister driven into desperate terms, Whose worth, if praises may go back again, Stood challenger on mount of all the age For her perfections.