Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

Blood will have blood.

...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

We must be brief when traitors brave the field.

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.