Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart. And she lies buried with her ancestors, Oh, in a tomb where never scandal slept Save this of hers, framed by thy villainy. (A5,S1)
You are a villain. I jest not. I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare. Do me right, or I will protest your cowardice. (A5,S1)
Suffer love! A good epithet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will. (A5,S2)