How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak!
Your eyes do menace me. Why look you pale?
Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come?

“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O…”

“There's a divinity that shapes our ends,Rough-hew them how we will.”

“Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home:Is this a holiday? what! know you …”

“To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently abeast!”