If I Lose My Honor,

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.

Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In My Hand,blood And Revenge Are Hammering In My Head.

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain, Although Our Undivided Loves Are One.

Unbidden Guests Are Often Welcomest When They Are Gone.

The Private Wound Is Deepest. O Time Most Accurst, 'mongst All Foes That A Friend Should Be The Worst!