The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

To you your father should be as a god.

They say miracles are past.

Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed.

Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?

Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.

Be just, and fear not.