Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

We are not ourselves When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind To suffer with the body.

Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity, And pity 'tis 'tis true--a foolish figure.

It shall be so. Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman!

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.