She is your treasure, she must have a husband;
I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day
And for your love to her lead apes in hell.
Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep
Till I can find occasion of revenge.

“Farewell, bastard.”

“How now, spirit! whither wander you?FAIRY Over hill, over dale,Through bush, th…”

“When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!”

“Like flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for sport.”