“Farewell, bastard.”

“I am a bastard, too. I love bastards! I am bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valor, in everything illegitimate.”

“So farewell to the little good you bear meFarewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!”

“And with a little pin bores through his castle wall and farewell king.”

“Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.”

“Sweets to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave.”

“O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou beWhen time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feetWhere thou and I henceforth may never meet.”