I'll Go Find A Shadow,

Why, Who Cries Out On Pride That Can Therein Tax Any Private Party? Doth It Not Flow As Hugely As The Sea Till The Weary Very Means Do Ebb?

Why, I Can Smile And Murder Whiles I Smile, And Cry 'content' To That Which Grieves My Heart, And Wet My Cheeks With Artificial Tears, And Frame My Face For All Occasions

There Is Throats To Be Cut, And Works To Be Done.

On Pain Of Death, No Person Be So Bold.

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.