Why, what's the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

“He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock…”

“Lips, let sour words go by and language end:What is amiss plague and infection …”

“No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en.In brief, sir, study what you most a…”

“The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.”