Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.

Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?

O King, believe not this hard-hearted man!

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.

The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.

His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.