“Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.”

“Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus.Now I am dead,Now I am fled,My soul is in the sky.Tongue, lose thy light.Moon take thy flight.Now die, die, die, die.”

“Presume not that I am the thing I was;For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,That I have turn'd away my former self;So will I those that kept me company.”

“Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.”

“thus with a kiss I die”

“Discharge my followers; let them hence away,From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.”

“What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel?*Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*”