“Let me play the lion too: I will roar that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar again.”

“Well roared, lion.”

“Winners do not whine, they roar. Let me hear you roar!”

“I, sir, am Dromio; command him away. I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.”

“By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.”

“Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?Have I not in my time heard lions roar?Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds,Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?Have I not heard great ordinance in the field,And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?Have I not in a pitched battle heardLoud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hearAs will a chestnut in a farmer's fire?Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.Grumio: For he fears none.”

“Let me hear you speak farther. I have spirit to do anything that appears not foul in the truth of my spirit.”