Act i. Sc. 4.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankless child.
Act i. Sc. 4.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Act ii. Sc. 4.
O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks.
Act iil. Sc. 2.
Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!