You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense.

The lady protests too much, methinks.

Ready to go but never to return.

When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.

Every minute now should be the Father of some Strategem.

A pair of tribunes that have wrecked fair Rome to make coals cheap - a noble memory!

EMILIA I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Have not devis'd this slander; I'll be hang'd else.