His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.

I'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.

I don't like it, but my hands are tied. I just want you to know this: if I ever get the chance to betray you, I will. If the opportunity arises to pay you back, I'll take it. You'll never be able to trust me.