Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.
Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund
You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Bait the hook well. This fish will bite.
Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.