I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.
Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.
So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.