Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Right joyous are we to behold your face, Most worthy brother England; fairly met!
It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.
And what’s he then that says I play the villain?
The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.