What else may hap, to time I will commit.
Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.
World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.
By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.
Greatness knows itself.
Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!