This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!
Come, Lady, die to live.
A most mechanical and dirty hand. I shall have such revenges on you...both. The things I will do, what they are, yet I know not. But they will be the terrors of the earth.
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
Oh, I am fortune's fool!