“Get thee to a nunnery.”

“Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.”

“What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.”

“I am not bound to please thee with my answer.”

“Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!”

“My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of will and judgment.”

“To be once in doubt Is once to be resolved.”

“Between the acting of a dreadful thingAnd the first motion, all the interim isLike a phantasma or a hideous dream.”