Act II, Sc. I
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
Act III, Sc. I
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Act I, Sc. II
If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle.
Act IV, Sc. V
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Act I, Sc. II
Who lined himself with hope,
Eating the air on promise of supply.
Act I, Sc. II
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Act IV, Sc. IV
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity.
Act IV, Sc. III
I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came, saw, and overcame."
Act II, Sc. II
Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.
Act I, Sc. II
It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too common.

