Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.

No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.

The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits.

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil

I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.