Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

I would fain die a dry death.

Speak me fair in death.

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.