That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!
Come give us a taste of your quality.
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.