Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
I would fain die a dry death.
I am falser than vows made in wine.
Patch grief with proverbs.
Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!