Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.

Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love