I, 2, 42.

For in all the play there is not one word apt, one player fitted.

V, 1, 65.

Never excuse, for when the players are all dead there need none to be blamed.

V, 1, 364.

PUPPET.

Fie: you counterfeit, you puppet you!

Puppet? why so?

III, 2, 288.

PROLOGUE.