We have heard the chimes at midnight.

Thy wish was father$$$ to that thought.

Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

Presume not that I am the thing I was.

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave$$$
But not remembered in thy epitaph!

O$$$ Harry$$$ thou hast robbed me of my youth!

Can Honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is Honour? A word. What is that word ‘honour’? Air.

Food for powder$$$ food for powder. They’ll fill a pit as well as better.

This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.

He was but as the cuckoo is in June$$$
Heard$$$ not regarded.