To define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong?
He'll shake Your Rome about your ears.
To get your living by the copulation of cattle.
Douglas. Now remains a sweet reversion— We may boldly spend, upon the hope Of what is to come in. A comfort of retirement lives in this. Hotspur. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto.
Amiens. My voice is ragged, I know I cannot please you. Jaques. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing.
We are all frail.
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
I will redeem all this on Percy's head, And in the closing of some glorious day, Be bold to tell you that I am your son.
Sir, I desire you do me right and justice, And to bestow your pity on me; for I am a most poor woman, and a stranger, Born out of your dominions.