Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordinance in the field, And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. Grumio: For he fears none.

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.

All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.

Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.