And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, And dressed myself in such humility That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths Even ...

He [Caesar] loved the treason, but hated the traitor.

Is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?

Know my name is lost, By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit; Yet am I noble as the adversary I come to cope.

Rebellion must be managed with many swords; treason to his prince's person may be with one knife.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep, And in his simple show he harbors treason.

Some guard these traitors to the block of death, Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.

Supposition all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; For treason is but trusted like the fox, Who, ne'er so tame, so cherished and locked up, Will have a wild trick of his anc ...

The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accursed; Man is more than Constitutions; better rot beneath the sod, Than be true to Church and State while we are doubly false to God.

Thou art a traitor. Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear I will not dine until I see the same.