A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

Hang Him, Swaggering Rascal!

I Am Indeed, Sir, A Surgeon To Old Shoes; When They Are In Great Danger I Recover Them.

This Is No Time To Lend Money, Especially Upon Bare Friendship Without Security.

You Peasant Swain! You Whoreson Malt-horse Drudge!

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75