Act i. Sc. 5.
The time is out of joint.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity;
And pity 'tis, 'tis true.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Doubt thou the stars are tire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.