Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
I was adored once too.
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
Speak me fair in death.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.