Tis ten to one this play can never please
All that are here. Some come to take their ease
And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear,
W' have frighted with our trumpets.

“The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.”

“For we, which now behold these present days,Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongu…”

“Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please…”

“You know your mother means to feast with me,And calls herself Revenge, and thin…”