“This we prescribe, though no physician;Deep malice makes too deep incision;Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed;Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.”

“Deep malice makes too deep incision. Forget, forgive, conclude and be agreed.”

“The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive you. Posthumus”

“It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.”

“Kneel not to me.The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you;The malice towards you to forgive you. Live,And deal with others better.”

“Now is the winter of our discontentMade glorious summer by this sun of York;And all the clouds that lour'd upon our houseIn the deep bosom of the ocean buried.”

“I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.”