Let us kill all lawyers
What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye
Boldness be my friend.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.