What is decreed must be, and be this so.

What's past is prologue.

Foul whisperings are abroad.

A coward dies a thousand deaths... a soldier dies but once.

There are more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of by your philosophy.

Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady. Would 'twere done.