Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But

Our Content Is Our Best Having.

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.

Bassanio: Do All Men Kill All The Things They Do Not Love? Shylock: Hates Any Man The Thing He Would Not Kill? Bassanio: Every Offence Is Not A Hate At First.

Rosencrantz My Lord, You Must Tell Us Where The Body Is, And Go With Us To The King. Hamlet The Body Is With The King, But The King Is Not With The Body. The King Is A Thing - Guildenstern A Thing My Lord? Hamlet Of Nothing. Bring Me To Him. Hide Fox, And All After!

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.