of my land Loyal and natural boy, I’ll work the means To make thee capable. (II.i)
O, how this mother swells up toward my heart! (II.ii)
Why madam, if I were your father’s dog You should not use me so. (II.ii)
O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous; Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man’s life is cheap as beast’s. (II.ii)
I will do such things—What they are yet I know not, but they shall be The terrors of the earth! (II.ii)
‘Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest And must needs taste his folly. (II.ii)
