Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.

I wish you all the joy that you can wish.

His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

Out, damned spot! Out, I say!