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

“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.”

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

“We came into the world like brother and brother,And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.”

“Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliverOur puissance into the hand of God,Putting it straight in expedition.Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:No king of England, if not king of France.”

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

“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.”