Like madness is the glory of this life.

Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner—
Honest water—which ne'er left man i'th’mire.

I am not of that feather to shake off
My friend when he must need me.

The fire i’th' flint
Shows not till it be struck

They do not love that do not show their love.

I’ll be revenged on the whole pack of you.

And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

One face$$$ one voice$$$ one habit$$$ and two persons$$$
A natural perspective that is and is not!

Prove true$$$ imagination$$$ O$$$ prove true$$$
That I$$$ dear brother$$$ be now ta'en for you!

If this were played upon a stage now$$$ I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.