So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.
Why should honor outlive honestly? Orthello
Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.
Though music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm.
Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.
O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.