Gently to hear, kindly to judge.

I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!

Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.

By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.

All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.