Act II, Sc. II
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Act I, Sc. III
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Act. v. Sc. I
This night methinks is but the daylight sick.
Act II, Sc. V
And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife.
Act IV, Sc. I
I never knew so young a body with so old a head.
Act I, Sc. II
God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.
Act III, Sc. I
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
Act IV, Sc. I
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
Act II, Sc. II
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
Act III, Sc. I
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
Act I, Sc. III
Many a time and oft
In the Rialto you have rated me.
Act. v. Sc. I
Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way
Of starved people.
Act I, Sc. I
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Act I, Sc. I
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Nor to one place.
Act III, Sc. II
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore
To a most dangerous sea.

