Act III, Sc. IV
'T is a naughty night to swim in.
Act IV, Sc. VII
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
Act IV, Sc. VI
Nature 's above art in that respect.
Act III, Sc. IV
The green mantle of the standing pool.
Act III, Sc. II
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.
Act IV, Sc. I
The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune.
Act III, Sc. II
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
Act III, Sc. II
I am a man
More sinn'd against than sinning.

