Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.

“I like him not, nor stands it safe with usTo let his madness range. Therefore p…”

“Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems."'Tis not alone my inky cloak, goo…”

“What soilders whey-face?The English for so please you.Take thy face hence.”

“Oh beware my Lord of jealousy, for it is the green eyed monster.”