That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.

Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.

Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye.

The wheel is come full circle.

Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.

What, can the devil speak true?