You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?
Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.
Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions litter’d in one day, and I the elder and more terrible.
Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?