Act I, Sc. I
Although the last, not least.
Act III, Sc. VII
I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.
Act I, Sc. I
Mend your speech a little,
Lest it may mar your fortunes.
Act II, Sc. IV
Let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!
Act IV, Sc. III
Patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest.
Act III, Sc. IV
Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
Act I, Sc. II
As if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion.

