Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.
How well he's read, to reason against reading!
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?