Подозрението винаги живее в престъпна душа: на крадеца всеки храст му прилича на дедектив.

“Though in the trade of war I have slain men,Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the …”

“Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best To woo your lady.'[Aside.] 'Yet, a b…”

“Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.”

“What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; …”