O heavy ignorance! Thou praisest the worst best. (II.i)
Oh, you are well-tuned now,
But I’ll set down the pegs that make this music,
As honest as I am. (II.i.)
The wine she drinks is made of grapes. (II.i.)
A slipper and subtle knave, a finder of
occasion, that has an eye can stamp and counterfeit
advantages, though true advantage never present
itself. A devilish knave. (II.i.)
’Tis here, but yet confused;
Knavery’s plain face is never seen till used. (II.i.)