1. Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe.
2.If after every tempest come such calms,May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
3.Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore,Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,Thou hadst been better have been born a dog
4.Put out the light, and then put out the light.
5. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Justice to break her sword. One more, one more!
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,And love thee after. One more, and that's the last!
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,But they are cruel tears. This sorrow's heavenly;It strikes where it doth love. She wakes.
6. O! beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.