Pray You Now, Forget And Forgive.

Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat... Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look. He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.

She Dreams Of Him That Has Forgot Her Love; You Dote On Her That Cares Not For Your Love. 'tis Pity Love Should Be So Contrary; And Thinking Of It Makes Me Cry 'alas!

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!

Cry "havoc!" And Let Loose The Dogs Of War, That This Foul Deed Shall Smell Above The Earth With Carrion Men, Groaning For Burial.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.