Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!

“Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.”

“Some rise by sin, and some by virtues fall. ”

“Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?”

“I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in you. Nay, I pray you let me go.”