Act i. Sc. 3.
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents, by flood and field;
Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach.
Act i. Sc. 3.
My story being done
She gave me for my pains a world of signs:
She swore, In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing; strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wished she had not heard it; yet she wished
That Heaven had made her such a man.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Upon this hint I spake.
Act i. Sc. 3.
I do perceive hero a divided duty.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
For I am nothing, if not critical.