1,Act2 Scene2, My hands are of your colour. To wear a heart so white. I am afraid to think what I have done.
2,Act1Scene7, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar upon his death. Was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself. I dare do all that may become a man.
3Act1Scene5,Only look up clear. To alter favour ever is to fear. Leave the rest to me. Tomorrow as he purposes. Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem to have thee crowned withal.

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