Mother, you have my father much offended.

“O all you host of heaven!O Earth! waht else?And shall i couple hell? O Fie! Hol…”

“Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.”

“Our wills and fates do so contrary run, that our devices still are overthrown; …”

“LUCIUS. Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?AARON. Ay, that I had not do…”