“O heaven! How got she out? O treason of the blood!/ Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters’ minds”

“Send for the lady to the Sagittary/ And let her speak of me before her father.”

“She loved me for the dangers I had passed,/ And I loved her that she did pity them.”

“I do perceive here a divided duty”

“A moth of peace”

“Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see:/ She has deceived her father and may thee.”

“O, my soul’s joy,/ If after every tempest comes such calms,/ May the winds blow till they have wakened death”

“His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift”

“Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell”

“Let heaven requite it with the serpent’s curse.”

“Nobody. I myself. Farewell./ Commend me to my kind lord. O, farewell!”