Most Dear Actors, Eat No Onions Nor

Good Things Should Be Praised.

I Am One, Sir, That Comes To Tell You Your Daughter And The Moor Are Now Making The Beast With Two Backs.(iago,acti,scenei)

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good. Pity Is The Virtue Of The Law, And None But Tyrants Use It Cruelly.