That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld jump the life to come.
Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
Why then the worlds mine oyster, Which I with sword shall open.
We must be brief when traitors brave the field.
Like the lily That once was mistress of the field and flourished, I'll hang my head and perish.