Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of a king, keeps Death his court... and with a little pin bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first: anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Can advise me like you: be to yourself As you would to your friend.