1 Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
2 Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
3 But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
4 That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once.
5 Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
6 He does well to commend it himself, there are no tongues else for's turn.
7 For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
8 Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
9 I will speak daggers to her, but use none; My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites.
10 I pray you all, If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap tonight, Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
11 I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, extinct in both, Even in their promise, as it is a-making, You must not take for fire.