Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond.

Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.

All the world is a stage and we are merely players.