Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]
Love goes toward love.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!
Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.
No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.