What is past is prologue.
Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him.
Now, gods, stand up for bastards.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
And what's he then that says I play the villain?
Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.