Foul Whisp'rings Are Abroad.

O Tiger's Heart Wrapped In A Woman's Hide!

Fit For The Mountains And The Barbarous Caves, Where Manners Ne'er Were Preached.

If It Were Done When 'tis Done, Then 'twere Well. It Were Done Quickly.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.

Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.