1 Sblood, but you will not hear me.
2 I will incontinently drown myself.
3 We will have more of this tomorrow.
4 Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
5 I will but spend a word here in the house, And go with you.
6 It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.
7 There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
8 When she is sated with his body, she will find the error of her choice.
9 Let me see now, To get his place, and to plume up my will In double knavery.
10 Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.
11 He is not yet arrived, nor know I aught But that he's well, and will be shortly here.
12 That you shall surely find him, Lead to the Sagittary the raised search, And there will I be with him.
13 And heaven defend your good souls that you think I will your serious and great business scant For she is with me.
14 Arise, arise, Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you: Arise, I say.
15 The Moor is of a free and open nature That thinks men honest that but seem to be so, And will as tenderly be led by the nose As asses are.
16 For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In complement extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.'
17 So that if we will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
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