Enobarbus: I will praise any man that will praise me, though it cannot be denied what I have done by land.
Mercutio: Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to encounter Tybalt?
Richard [aside]: So wise so young, they say do never live long.
Charles: On what submissive message art thou sent?
Lucy: Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;
We English warriors wot not what it means.
Hamlet: I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
Hector: The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is call'd
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To th' bottom of the worst.
Fool: I go, sir, but I would not have you to think that my desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
Parolles: Captain I'll be no more;
But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft
As captain shall: simply the thing I am
Shall make me live.
Hamlet: Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats will not debate the question of this straw.
Falstaff: Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying.