For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.

Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!