What a piece of work is man!
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Your fate awaits you. Accept it in body and spirit. To get used to the life you'll most likely be leading soon, get rid of your low-class trappings.
Mine honour is my life.
The breaking of so great a thing should make a bigger crack.
I wish you well and so I take my leave I Pray you know me when we meet again.
Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.
Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.
Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!