I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow
All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.
A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.