First murderer: Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate.
Talkers are no good doers. Be assured
We go to use our hands and not our tongues.
Sir Nathaniel: I praise God for you, sir. Your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy.
Antony: O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Octavius: So call the field to rest, and let's away
To part the glories of this happy day.
Dromio of Ephesus: Nay, then, thus:
We came into the world like brother and brother,
And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
King Henry: I prithee, peace, good queen,
And whet not on these furious peers;
For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
Lear: Now, our joy,
Although our last, and least; to whose young love
The vines of France and milk of Burgundy
Strive to be interess’d; what can you say to draw
A third more opulent than your sisters?
Falstaff: O powerful love! that, in some respects, makes a beast a man; in some other, a man a beast.
Third Gentleman: Like an old tale still, which will have matter to rehearse,
Though credit be asleep and not an ear open.
Enobarbus: To be furious is to be frighted out of fear.