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Diseases desperate grown, By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.

yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way:

I might call him. A thing divine, for nothing natural. I ever saw so noble.

Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

His silver skin laced with his golden blood.

Fare thee well/ A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.

do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.

Ah, kill me with your weapon, not with words.

There is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.

Never durst a poet touch a pen to write Until his ink was tempered with love's sighs.

What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here...

Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.

It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.

The let-alone lies not in your good will.

For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.

You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives and conned them out of rings?

Monster, I do smell all horse piss, at which my nose is in great indignation. (IV, 1, lines 223-224)

I will be brief: your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?

Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect.

I freely told you, all the wealth I had Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman.

Caesar, Now be still, I killed not thee with half so good a will?

O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!

out vile jelly! where is thy lustre now

I'll so offend, to make offence a skill, Redeeming time when men think least I will.