His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.

I may command where I adore.

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

I have not slept one wink.

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.