See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment.
First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!