Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
Fight to the last gasp.
How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.