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.

I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll be married to a sponge.

T'is true: there's magic in the web of it.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Greatness knows itself.

We are such stuff that dreams are made of.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.