I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book

I Have Not Slept One Wink.

Hot And Hasty, Like A Scotch Jig.

Glendower: I Can Call The Spirits From The Vasty Deep. Hotspur: Why, So Can I, Or So Can Any Man; But Will They Come, When You Do Call For Them?

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.