I/1

Let Rome in Tiber melt a the wide arch

I/1

Fie, wrangling queen!

Whom every thing becomes to chide, to laugh

I/2

Speak to me home, mince not the general tonque.

I/2

There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it!

I/2

No more light answers. Let our officers

I/3

Hear me, queen: The strong necessity of time commands

II/2

You do mistake your business; my brother never

II/2

Not so, not so;

I know you could not lack,

I am certain on 't,