I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
I was adored once too.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keep as watchman to my hear.
I see; and see, that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
I see my reputation is at stake; my fame is shrewdly gored.
I never see thy face but I think upon hellfire.
I must be cruel only to be kind.
I may neither choose who I would nor refuse who I dislike, so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.
I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants’ fears decrease not, but grow faster than the years.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
I have offended reputation, a most unnoble swerving.
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world: and for because the world is populous, and here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I’ll hammer it out.