“And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born ina merry hour.No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then therewas a star danced, and under that was I born.”

“There was a star danced, and under that was I born.”

“I was born free as Caesar; so were you”

“Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,You do their work, and they shall have good luck:Are not you he?''Thou speak'st aright;I am that merry wanderer of the night.”

“My noble father,I do perceive here a divided duty.To you I am bound for life and education.My life and education both do learn meHow to respect you. You are the lord of my duty,I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband,And so much duty as my mother showedTo you, preferring you before her father,So much I challenge that I may professDue to the Moor my lord.”

“Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.”

“My lord constable, the armor that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars or suns upon it?Con. Stars, my lord.Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.Con. And yet my sky shall not want.Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and ’twere more honor some were away.Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who would trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.Henry V, 3.7.69-78”