My wits begin to turn.

That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)

The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.

I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.