Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

What, can the devil speak true?

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.

If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen, arrows make.

For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.

Assume a virtue if you have it not.

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.