fear;Where
little
fears grow
great,
great love
grows
there.
Player
King
'Faith, I
must leave
thee,
love, and
shortly
too;My
operant
powers
their
functions
leave to
do: And
thou shalt
live in
this fair
world
behind,
Honour'd,
beloved;
and haply
one as
kind For
husband
shalt
thou--
Player
Queen O,
confound
the rest!
Such love
must needs
be treason
in my
breast: In
second
husband
let me be
accurst!
None wed
the second
but who
