Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.
If you be King, why should not I succeed?
I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one
A scar nobly got is a good livery of honor.