Lady Macbeth: Was the hope drunk,

Wherein you dressd yourself? Hath it slept since?

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteemst the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i th adage?
What beast wast then,
That made you break this enterprise to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
How tender tis to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluckd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dashd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this.

Henry 5, 2.3 (Hostess Quickly)
HOST.
Nay sure, hes not in hell; hes in Arthurs bosom,
if ever man went to Arthurs bosom. A made a finer end, and went away and it had been any christom
child. A parted evn just between twelve and one, evn at the turning o th tide; for after I saw him
fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers end, I knew there was but one
way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a babbld of green fields. How now, Sir John? quoth I,
what, man? be a good cheer. So a cried out, God, God, God! three or four times. Now I, to comfort
him, bid him a should not think of God; I hopd there was no need to trouble himself with any such
thoughts yet. So a bade me lay more clothes on his feet. I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and
they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so upard and upard, and all was as cold as
any stone.