Twelfth Night, or What You Will
If this were played upon a stage now, I could
condemn it as an improbable fiction.
SIR TOBY BELCH
His very genius hath taken the infection of the device, man.
Nay, pursue him now, lest the device take air and taint. (3.4.4)
Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and
gown: he sees thee not. (4.2.2)
You can fool no more money out of me at this throw:
if you will let your lady know I am here to speak
with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake
my bounty further. (5.1.19)