There Is Throats To Be Cut, And

I Had Rather Live With Cheese And Garlic In A Windmill.

Gloucester, We Have Done Deeds Of Charity, Made Peace Of Enmity, Fair Love Of Hate, Between These Swelling Wrong-incensed Peers.

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!

Can We Outrun The Heavens?