No more talking on't; let it be done: away, away! (1.1.13)
Sir, the people
Must have their voices; neither will they bate
One jot of ceremony. (2.2.139-141)
Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs?
We have ever your good word.
He that will give good words to thee will flatter
Beneath abhorring. (1.1.164-168)