I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But

As Honour, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends, / I Must Not Look To Have; But, In Their Stead, / Curses, Not Loud But Deep, Mouth-honour, Breath, / Which The Poor Heart Would Fain Deny, And Dare Not" (5.3.25-28).

Let The Doors Be Shut Upon Him, That He May Play The Fool No Where But In's Own House.

Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Over-mastered By A Piece Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marle?

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.

I Am As Vigilant As A Cat To Steal Cream.