“The lady doth protest too much, me thinks”
“Thus conscience does make cowards of us all…”
“Then there’s hope a great man’s memory may outlive his life half a year.”
“Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?”
“What, frighted with false fire?”
“I do believe you think what now you speak…So think thou wilt no second husband wed, But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.”
“O good XXXXX, I’ll take the ghost’s word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive?” Who is the XXX
“Bow, stubborn knees,, and with strings of steel Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe.”
“Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damned and black As hell, whereto it goes.”
“Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell. I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune.”
“O XXX, speak no more! Thou turn’st my eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.” Who is the XXX?
“Do not forget. This visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.”