No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.
Conscience is a thousand swords.
Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.
Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest.
Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.
Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!