"But I cannot choose but weep to think they should lay him in the cold ground."

"They say the Owl was a Baker's daughter."

"White his shroud as the Mountain snow"

"No, no, he is dead."

"Nymph, in thy orisons, be all my sins remembered."

"I did love you once."

"O, what a Noble mind is here o'erthrown..."

"For the apparel oft proclaims the man."

"...and recks not his own rede."

"To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell."

Osrick

"O woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see." (rehearsal shot)