Let truth with the fingers out, and won't hide blood.
Macbeth.
When spoonys on two knees implore the aid of sorcery,
To suit their wicked purposes they quickly put the laws awry;
With Adam I in wife may vie, for none could tell the use of her,
Except to cheapen golden pippins hawk'd about by Lucifer.
Omnes.
Round let us bound, for this is Punch's holiday,
Glory to Tomfoolery, huzza! huzza!
Othello.