“Ha! What news here? Is the day out a' th' socketThat it is noon at midnight? The court up?”

“Good, happy, swift; there's gunpowder i'th' court,Wildfire at midnight in this heedless fury.”

“As fast as they peep up let's cut 'em down.”

“Money! Ho, ho!'T'as been my want so long, 'tis now my scoff.I've e'en forgot what colour silver's of.”

“Lussurioso: "Welcome, be not far off, we must be better acquainted. Push, be bold with us, thy hand!"Vindice: "With all my heart, i'faith. How dost, sweet musk-cat? When shall we lie together?"Lussurioso: (aside) "Wondrous knave!Gather him into boldness? 'Sfoot, the slave'sAlready as familiar as an ague,And shakes me at his pleasure! -- Friend, I canForget myself in private, but elsewhere,I pray do you remember be."Vindice: "Oh, very well, sir.I conster myself saucy."Lussurioso: "What hast been? What profession?"Vindice: "A bone-setter."Lussurioso: "A bone-setter!"Vindice: "A bawd, my lord, one that sets bones together."Lussurioso: (aside) "Notable bluntness!”

“The slowest kiss makes too much haste.”

“Has not heaven an ear? Is all the lightning wasted?”