Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus,

And Nothing Is, But What Is Not.

The Hebrew Will Turn Christian; He Grows Kind.

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?

Gloucester, We Have Done Deeds Of Charity, Made Peace Of Enmity, Fair Love Of Hate, Between These Swelling Wrong-incensed Peers.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*