I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basalisks; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Decieve more slily that Ulysses could, And like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colors to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

A little water clears us of this deed.

O, she's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating.

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

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

Why, thou owest god a death.