Her temper, therefore, must be well observed.
SHAKESPEARE, Henry IV, 2.
Three or four wenches where I stood cried - “Alas! good soul!”
and forgave him with all their hearts; but there is no heed to
be taken of them; if Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they
would have done no less.
Julius Caesar.
How dost? Art cold?
I’m cold myself. - Where is the straw, my fellow?
The art of our necessities is strange,