What if this cursed hand were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens to wash it white as snow?

“Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love t…”

“I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow”

“I am settled, and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and …”

“What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,Good Kate; I am a gentleman.”