Hie thee hither,That I may pour my spirits in thine earAnd chastise with the valor of my tongueAll that impedes thee from the golden round.
The King comes her tonight.
Thou 'rt mad to say it. Is not thy master with him, who, were ’t so, would have informed for preparation?
We will speak further.
You should look like an innocent flower, but be like the snake that hides underneath the flower. The king is coming, and he’s got to be taken care of. Let me handle tonight’s preparations, because tonight will change every night and day for the rest of our lives.
Thicken my blood and clog up my veins so I won’t feel remorse, so that no human compassion can stop my evil plan or prevent me from accomplishing it!
This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself, unto our gentle senses.