If you be King, why should not I succeed?
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.
A very honest woman but something given to lie
Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.