I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.

All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.

I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.