This thought is as a death.

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.

Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

To be, or not to be, that is the question.

QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.

And what’s he then that says I play the villain?