I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.

Let no such man be trusted.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies

Give me to drink mandragora.