All That Glitters Is Not

Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.

My Rage Is Gone, And I Am Struck With Sorrow. Take Him Up. Help, Three O' Th' Chiefest Soldiers; I'll Be One. Beat Thou The Drum, That It Speaks Mournfully, Trail Your Steel Spikes. Though In This City He Hath Widowed And Unchilded Many A One, Which To This Hour Bewail The Injury, Yet He Shall Have A Noble Memory. Assist.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

So, Good Night Unto You All. Give Me Your Hands, If We Be Friends, And Robin Shall Restore Amends.

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.