I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot;
Follow your spirit: and upon this charge,
Cry — God for Harry! England and Saint George!

“Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.”

“Tis safter to be that which we destroyThan by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.”

“Where lies your text?Viola: In Orsino's bosom.Olivia: In his bosom! In what cha…”

“Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:'Tis not enough our foes are th…”