You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.

Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.

To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.

Why should honor outlive honestly? Orthello

I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.

O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.

Mercutio: "If love be rough with you, be rough with love.