I'the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things; for no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure.
Et tu, Bruté?
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
No doubt they rose up early to observe The rite of May.
Salerio. Why, I am sure if he forfeit thou wilt not take his flesh. What's that good for? Shylock. To bait fish withal—if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
The screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
Cinna. I am not Cinna the conspirator. Fourth Plebian. It is no matter, his name's Cinna! Pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.