Act I, Scene 2: O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou does love thy lord, Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts;

Look you, Amanda, you may build castles in the air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you please. But I tell you, no man worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or will be so.

There is scarcely any doubt, however, that a few do breed in the Carn districts, and that they vagrate out to surrounding hills.

The senator has been tweetless since last weekend […]