Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.
For you and I are past our dancing days.
A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.
Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.