A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. Act v. Sc. Alone I did it. Act v. Sc.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames. To Althea from Prison, ii. See Sidney, Quotation 6 . Act v. sc. 5 in Singer and Knight.