Landlord of England art thou and not king.

This blessed plot$$$ this earth$$$ this realm$$$ this England.

This royal throne of kings$$$ this sceptred isle$$$
This earth of majesty$$$ this seat of Mars.

We were not born to sue$$$ but to command.

Forget$$$ forgive$$$ conclude and be agreed:
Our doctors say this is no time to bleed.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York.

For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

O happy dagger$$$
This is thy sheath: there rust$$$ and let me die.

O true apothecary$$$
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

Hang thee$$$ young baggage$$$ disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what: get thee to church o'Thursday$$$
Or never after look me in the face.