Fare thee well/ A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.

“Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.”

“From this day to the ending of the world,But we in it shall be remembered-We fe…”

“Hang, cur, hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!”

“Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.”