“Were such things here as we do speak about?Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner?”

“We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; bebrisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.”

“Tis ten to one this play can never pleaseAll that are here. Some come to take their easeAnd sleep an act or two; but those, we fear,W' have frighted with our trumpets.”

“We cannot fight for love as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.”

“We will have rings and things and fine array”

“The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.”

“No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laughAt gilded butterflies, and hear poor roguesTalk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;And take upon's the mystery of things,As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,That ebb and flow by the moon.”