O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!

“Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:This wide and universal theatrePresents…”

“I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charita…”

“The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.”

“What bloody man is that? He can report,As seemeth by his plight, of the revoltT…”