of my land
Loyal and natural boy, I’ll work the means
To make thee capable. (II.i)
O, how this mother swells up toward my heart! (II.ii)
Why madam, if I were your father’s dog
You should not use me so. (II.ii)
O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous;
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man’s life is cheap as beast’s. (II.ii)
I will do such things—What they are yet I know not, but they shall be
The terrors of the earth! (II.ii)
‘Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest
And must needs taste his folly. (II.ii)