As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
The undeserver may sleep when the man of action is called on.
Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.