Now I Will Believe That

Shall I Not Take Mine Ease In Mine Inn But I Shall Have My Pocket Picked?

First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.

A Man May See How This World Goes With No Eyes. Look With Thine Ears: See How Yond Justice Rails Upon Yon Simple Thief. Hark, In Thine Ear: Change Places; And, Handy-dandy, Which Is The Justice, Which Is The Thief?