Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.

Give me to drink mandragora.

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.