Such was the discipline of Elizabeth's court that any man who struck another within it had his right hand chopped off by the executioner in a most horrible manner.
Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.
You, minion, are too saucy.
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.