Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!
Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step
This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.
I cannot speak your england.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!