“Conscience is but a word that cowards use,Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe:Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell;If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.”

“Let us to it pellmell. If not to Heaven, then hand in hand to Hell.”

“Conscience doth make cowards of us all.”

“To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!I dare damnation”

“Tush!Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate;Talkers are no good doers: be assuredWe come to use our hands and not our tongues.”

“I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,To die upon the hand I love so well.”

“O, let me kiss that hand!KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.”