This is the night
That either makes me of fordoes me quite. (5.1)

That death’s unnatural that kills for loving. (5.2)

My wife! My wife! What wife? I have no wife. (5.2)

Oh, I were damned beneath all depth in Hell,
But that I did proceed upon just grounds
To this extremity. (5.2)

Demand me nothing. What you know, you know.
From this time forth I never will speak word. (5.2)