Or to be naked with her friend in bed An hour or more, not meaning any harm?
The play's the thing.
I go and it is done. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell.
What, you egg? Young fry of treachery!
Now is the winter of our discontent.
When your friend lies to you it's not his fault but actually is your's, because you didn't give him proper space to tell the truth.