First Citizen Come, come, we fear the worst. all shall be well. Third Citizen When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks.
He remembers the first time he saw Olivia, and how he had felt that she cleared the air of all pestilence, and at that moment he had turned into a hart, and ever since, his own desires, like cruel hounds, have pursued him.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Oh, I absolutely hate it when I hear some overexcited actor in a wig shout his passionate lines, splitting the audience's eardrums in an effort to impress the unsophisticated watchers standing just in front of the stage who for the most part can only appreciate loud noises and pantomime shows.
For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.