By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is aweary of this great world.
You would be,
Romans, countrymen, and lovers,Exordium hear me for my cause,
When beggars die there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing
Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny
The story that is printed in her blood?—
Do not live,
The time was onceHyperbaton when thou unurged wouldst vowAnastrophe
That never words were music to thine ear,
My only love sprung from my only hate!Paradox
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!