Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.

I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll be married to a sponge.

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.

My love is as a fever, longing still.