Marry, we were sent for to the justices.

Truly, the souls of men are full of dread:
Ye cannot reason almost with a man
That looks not heavily and full of fear.

In him there is a hope of government,
That in his nonage council under him,
And in his full and ripen'd years himself,
No doubt, shall then and till then govern well.

Ay, sir, it is too true; God help the while!

Bad news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better:
I fear, I fear 'twill prove a troublous world.

I promise you, I scarcely know myself:
Hear you the news abroad?