Act V, scene ii

‘Twil out! ‘Twil out! I peace! No! I’ll speak as liberal as the North. Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, all, all cry shame against me, yet I’ll speak.

Will you come to bed, my lord?

Thou art to die.

It is too late.

Alas, what cry is that?

Thou art rash as fire to say that she was false. O, she was heavenly true!

O, villainy, villainy!

Villainous whore!

Lay me by my mistress’ side.

If that thou best a devil, I cannot kill thee.

I bleed, sir, but not killed.

Fucking hell. These guys made me happier that week than my close friends did.
Thank you for reminding me we’re all human.