بخت به راستی یک روسپی است:اگر بخششی کند ذره ذره می دهد تا یکباره باز ستاند.

“I am Duchess of Malfi still.”

“Think't the best voyage that e'er you made like an irregular crab which, though…”

“Do you not weep? Other sins only speak, murder shreaks out:The element of water…”

“Are you out of your princely wits?"What's he? Let me have his beard sawed off a…”