If I unplume and unjewel my cap, said the youth, tearing off, as he spoke, the feather and brooch that were its ornaments, and dashing them to the earth, […]

The characterism of an honest man: He looks not to what he might do, but what he should.

‘I won't say good day to a fucking boer!’ he exploded, swinging round viciously to escape into the angry light outside.

Portia: […]Beshrew your eyes, They have o'erlook'd me and divided me; One half of me is yours, the other half yours,— Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours![…]