The poorest service is repaid with thanks.

Reply not to me with a fool-born jest.

[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep."

Why so can I, or so can any man. But will they come when you do call for them?

Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe:
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell;
If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.