Let Every Man Be Master

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

I Am One, My Liege, Whom The Vile Blows And Buffets Of The World Have So Incensed That I Am Reckless What I Do To Spite The World.

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

For What I Will, I Will, And There An End.

Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!