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Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
in my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.

Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words.

With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba
That he should weep for her? What would he do,
Had he the motive and the cue for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave
the general ear with horrid speech. Make mad the guilty and
appal the free, Confound the ignorant and amaze indeed
The very faculties of eyes and ears.

As thou art to thyself
Such was the very armour he had on
When he the ambitious Norway combated;
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice,
'Tis strange.

If like a crab you could walk backwards.

Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise
men know well enough what monsters you make of them.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a
king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will willingly
part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

God has given you one face and you make yourselves another:
you jig, you amble and you lisp, you nickname God's creatures
and make your wantonness your ignorance.

For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog,
being a god kissing carrion - Have you a daughter?