Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]
If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.
To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?
Say as you think and speak it from your souls.
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor