“Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.”

“How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?”

“for Mercutio's soulIs but a little way above our heads,Staying for thine to keep him company:Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.”

“I will be brief: your noble son is mad:Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,What is't but to be nothing else but mad?”

“Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys? Come hither, boy: ask me this slave in French What is his name.Boy-Ecoutez: comment etes-vous appele?French Soldier-Monsieur le Fer.Boy- He says his name is Master Fer.PISTOL-Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret him: discuss the same in French unto him.Boy-I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk.”

“Thou dost love her, because thou knowst I love her.”

“Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.”