Cry 'Havoc!', and let slip the dogs of war. My armies march for Yalibe, and my claims were made known. So now the question becomes whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them. The bell invites me. Hear it not Occitan? For it is a knell, that summons thee to heaven or to hell.