You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

To sleep perchance to dream

Exit, pursued by a bear.

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay, And that bare vowel ay shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am not I,if there be such an ay, Or those eyes shut,that make thee answer ay: If he be slain say ay,or if not,no: Brief sounds,determine of my weal or woe.

thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.