Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart. And she lies buried with her ancestors, Oh, in a tomb where never scandal slept Save this of hers, framed by thy villainy. (A5,S1)
Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart. And she lies buried with her ancestors, Oh, in a tomb where never scandal slept Save this of hers, framed by thy villainy. (A5,S1)
You are a villain. I jest not. I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare. Do me right, or I will protest your cowardice. (A5,S1)
Suffer love! A good epithet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will. (A5,S2)
