Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass.

Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.

the time of life is short;
To spend that shortness basely were too long.

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

Discharge my followers; let them hence away,
From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm from an anointed King;