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

“O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!”

“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.”

“Let him smell his way to Dover!”

“Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.”

“Let me play the lion too: I will roar that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar again.”

“whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm.yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.”