“Boldness be my friend.”
“Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.”
“I know not by what power I'm made bold.”
“Where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody.”
“The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.”
“What bloody man is that? He can report,As seemeth by his plight, of the revoltThe newest state.”