Fechar
“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!”
