Cadence Lee:
Oh that this too too solid flesh wouldst melt, thaw, resolve itself into a dew.
Cadence Lee:
Leprous distilment
Cadence Lee:
Swear
Cadence Lee:
In her excellent white bosom...
Cadence Lee:
Oh Hamlet
Cadence Lee:
Get thee to a nunnery!
Cadence Lee:
Where ist thy mother?
Cadence Lee:
Dagger poised at the ear
Cadence Lee:
I am slain.
Cadence Lee:
Alas, he's mad!