For Brutus Is An Honourable Man; So

Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say!

You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him!

I Must Be Gone And Live, Or Stay And Die.

Truly, I Would Not Hang A Dog By My Will, Much More A Man Who Hath Any Honesty In Him.

That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now, And For That Sorrow, Which I Then Did Feel, Needs Must I Under My Transgression Bow, Unless My Nerves Were Brass Or Hammered Steel.