Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*

If you be King, why should not I succeed?

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.