Wilt Thou Whip Thine Own Faults In

And So, From Hour To Hour, We Ripe And Ripe. And Then, From Hour To Hour, We Rot And Rot; And Thereby Hangs A Tale.

Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say!

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater

Fear Not, Cesario, Take Thy Fortunes Up. Be That Thou Know'st Thou Art And Then Thou Art As Great As That Thou Fear'st.