I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings and the widow weeps.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
Yet with my nobler reason 'gaitist my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.