Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania

Speak Low, If You Speak Love.

That Which Hath Made Them Drunk Hath Made Me Bold; What Hath Quenched Them Hath Given Me Fire.

A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As Frenzy Thoughts.

Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious Daughter.

By Innocence I Swear, And By My Youth, I Have One Heart, One Bosom, And One Truth, And That No Woman Has, Nor Never None Shall Mistress Be Of It Save I Alone.