Posthumus: Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half-workers? We are all bastards,
And that most venerable man which I
Did call my father was I know not where
When I was stamped. Some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit; yet my mother seemed
The Dian of that time.
Cloten: When a gentleman is dispos'd to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?
Second Lord: No, my lord; [Aside] nor crop the ears of them.
Cloten: Sirrah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but do me true service, undergo those employments wherein I should have cause to use thee with a serious industry, that is, what villany soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it directly and truly, I would think thee an honest man.
Imogen: Thou art all the comfort the gods will diet me with.
Belarius: The game is up!
Iachimo [aside]: Boldness be my friend!
Imogen: Men's vows are women's traitors!
Pisanio: All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd:
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.
Queen: The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good
You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience
Your wisdom may inform you.
Imogen: The lamb entreats the butcher: where's thy knife?
Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,
When I desire it too.
Pisanio: O gracious lady,
Since I received command to do this business
I have not slept one wink.