Swear Me, Kate, Like A

O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!

Men That Make Envy And Crooked Malice Nourishment, Dare Bite The Best.

'tis Thought The King Is Dead; We Will Not Stay. The Bay Trees In Our Country Are All Wither'd.

In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide The State; Money Buys Lands, And Wives Are Sold By Fate.

That Truth Should Be Silent I Had Almost Forgot. (enobarbus)