Подозрението винаги живее в престъпна душа: на крадеца всеки храст му прилича на дедектив.

“Here comes Monseiur Le Beau.Rosalind: With his mouth full of news.Celia: Which …”

“Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!”

“Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joyBe heaped like mine, and that thy skill be…”

“Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,Should be so tyrannous and rough in proo…”