Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion

So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.

My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.