Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!

Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.

Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror