No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!
What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
In King Cambyses' vein.
That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years.
Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
Play out the play.
O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!
Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions.
I am not in the roll of common men.
Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man;
But will they come when you do call for them?
While you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers.
But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
A deal of skimble-skamble stuff.
Exceedingly well read.
A good mouth-filling oath.
A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn.
Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?
Rob me the exchequer.
This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.
That daffed the world aside,
And bid it pass.