Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.

Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.

Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!

O hell! to choose love with another's eye.

Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.

While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.