The iron tongue of Midnight hath
told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis
almost fairy time. I fear we
shall outstep the coming morn
as much as we this night over-watch'd.

“This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execu…”

“For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.”

“If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,My dreams presage some joyful news…”

“No he podido dormir.¡Entre la ejecución de un acto terrible y su primer impulso…”