Act V, Sc. I
This is the night
That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
Act III, Sc. III
Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 't is of aspics' tongues!
Act V, Sc. II
Curse his better angel from his side,
And fall to reprobation.
Act V, Sc. II
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him, thus.
Act I, Sc. I
You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you.
Act I, Sc. I
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow'd.
Act II, Sc. III
Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle
From her propriety.
Act III, Sc. III
Take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest is not safe.
Act III, Sc. III
I swear 't is better to be much abused
Than but to know 't a little.
Act II, Sc. I
I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
Act V, Sc. II
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomach for them all.

