Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!

Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

Say She Rail; Why, I'll Tell Her Plain She Sings As Sweetly As A Nightingale. Say That She Frown; I'll Say She Looks As Clear As Morning Roses Newly Wash'd With Dew. Say She Be Mute And Will Not Speak A Word; Then I'll Commend Her Volubility, And Say She Uttereth Piercing Eloquence.

Bassanio: Do All Men Kill All The Things They Do Not Love? Shylock: Hates Any Man The Thing He Would Not Kill? Bassanio: Every Offence Is Not A Hate At First.