“I have set my life upon a cast,And I will stand the hazard of the die.”

“Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men ay do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.”

“I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.”

“I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;Follow your spirit: and upon this charge,Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!”

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

“I have touched the highest point of all my greatness;And from that full meridian of my gloryI haste now to my setting: I shall fallLike a bright exhalation in the evening,And no man see me more.”

“But I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at: I am not what I am.”