Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.

Small to greater matters must give way.

Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!

He is not great who is not greatly good.