Not to speak it profanely.

Do you not know that I am a woman? When I think, I must speak

O, pardon me, my lord! it oft falls out,To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean.I something do excuse the thing I hate.

If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me

I want that glib and oily artTo speak and purpose not.

MenCan counsel and speak comfort to that griefWhich they themselves not feel.