Now See That Noble And Most Sovereign

O, Teach Me How You Look, And With What Art You Sway The Motion Of Demetrius' Heart."-helena

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.

Murder Most Foul, As In The Best It It; But This Most Foul, Strange, And Unnatural.

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run.

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.