O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]

Remembrance of things past.