Fechar
“Good madam, do: I warrant it grieves my husband”
“I nothing but to please his fantasy”
“The ills we do their ills instruct us so”
“No, I will speak as liberal as the north.”
“The world’s a huge thing./ It is a great price for a small vice.”
“They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;/ They eat us hungerly, and when they are full,/ They belch us.”
“They are not ever jealous for the cause,/ But jealous for they’re jealous. ‘Tis a monster/ Begot upon itself, born on itself.”
“I’ll be hang’d if some eternal villain … Have not devis’d this slander”
“He lies to th’heart”
“Ay, ay; O, lay me by my mistresses’ side.”
“I will play the swan,/ And die in music: [Sings]”
