“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!”

“Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.”

“Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings”

“If thou wilt lend this money, lend it notAs to thy friends; for when did friendship takeA breed for barren metal of his friend?”