Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)

Foul whisp'rings are abroad.

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.

I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.