O God of battles, steel my soldier's hearts.
Possess them not with fear. Take from them now
The sense of reckoning ere th' opposed numbers
Pluck their hearts from them.

“Rumour is a pipeBlown by surmises, jealousies, conjecturesAnd of so easy and so…”

“If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near h…”

“It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't.”

“do you think I ameasier to be played on than a pipe? Call me whatinstrument you…”