To face the garment of rebellion With some fine color that may please the eye Of fickle changelings and poor discontents. Which gape and rub the elbow at the news Of hurly-burly innovation.
Return to her? and fifty men dismissed? No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose To wage against the enmity o' th' air, To be a comrade with the wolf and owl— Necessity's sharp pinch.
We do not come, as minding to content you, Our true intent is. All for your delight We are not here.
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage.
Humble as the ripest mulberry That will not hold the handling.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
I know our country disposition well; In Venice they do let God see the pranks They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.
'Tis no sinister nor awkward claim Picked from the wormholes of long-vanished days, Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked.
I hold the olive in my hand. My words are as full of peace as matter.
Idle old man, That still would manage those authorities That he hath given away!