O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!

“Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.”

“Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst”

“Червь — истинный император по части пищи. Мы откармливаем всех прочих тварей, ч…”

“Such stuff as madmen tongue.”