There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster
Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.