If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
This liberty is all that I request.
O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.
I am wrapped in dismal thinking.
It is a sin to be a mocker.