I am agreed, and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her.
But are not some whole that we must make sick?
I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in't: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.
Like flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for sport.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense tou whilt.