More Can I Bear Than You Dare

If We Are Mark'd To Die, We Are Enow To Do Our Country Loss; And If To Live, The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honour. God's Will! I Pray Thee; Wish Not One Man More.

What Thing, In Honor, Had My Father Lost, That Need To Be Revived And Breathed In Me?

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At Him.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks