“Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet,if you be out, sir, I can mend you.”
“Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes.”
“I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.”
“Anything that's mended is but patched. Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin, and sin that amends is but patched with virtue”
“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.”
“Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglectMy love should kindle to inflamed respect.”