A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

The king's name is a tower of strength.

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues$$$
And every tongue brings in a several tale$$$
And every tale condemns me for a villain.

Conscience is but a word that cowards use$$$
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.

True hope is swift$$$ and flies with swallow's wings;
Kings it makes gods$$$ and meaner creatures kings.

Harp not on that string.

An honest tale speeds best$$$ being plainly told.

Bloody thou art$$$ bloody will be thy end.

Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my hell.

I am not in the giving vein to-day.