“God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.”

“I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; Godhas given you one face, and you make yourselvesanother: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, andnick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonnessyour ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hathmade me mad.”

“Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you...I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are making the beast with two backs.”

“Put on what weary negligence you please,You and your fellows; I'll have it come to question:If he dislike it, let him to our sister,Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one,Not to be over-ruled. Idle old man,That still would manage those authoritiesThat he hath given away! Now, by my life,Old fools are babes again; and must be usedWith cheques as flatteries,--when they are seen abused.Remember what I tell you.”

“O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple! My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor, He being her pupil, to become her tutor. O excellent device! was there ever heard a better, That my master, being scribe, to himself should write the letter?Valentine. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself?Speed. Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the reason.”

“No deeper wrinkles yet?Hath sorrow struckSo many blows upon this face of mineAnd made no deeper wounds?”

“Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay,And that bare vowel ay shall poison moreThan the death-darting eye of cockatrice.I am not I,if there be such an ay,Or those eyes shut,that make thee answer ay:If he be slain say ay,or if not,no:Brief sounds,determine of my weal or woe.”