I'faith he looks much like a conjuror.

I'faith that's just nothing at all.

Ay, marry, Master Doctor, now there's a sign of grace in you, when you will confess the truth. [Aside.

Do you hear, Master Doctor? You bring Alexander and his paramour before the Emperor!

I'faith that's as true as Diana turned me to a stag!

Nay, an you go to conjuring, I'll begone.

Thou damned wretch and execrable dog, Bred in the concave of some monstrous rock, How darest thou thus abuse a gentleman? Villain, I say, undo what thou hast done!