- Kevin Conway: In a contemporary play somebody would say: hey you, go over there get that thing and bring it back to me. That would be the line. Shakespeare says it: be Mercury set feathers to thy heels and fly like thought from them to me again.
- Richard III: Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won? I'll have her. I'll have her. But I will not keep her long.
- Richard III: There is no creature loves me. When I die no soul shall pity me. Wherefore should they since that I myself find in myself no pity to myself?
- Richard III: I am so far in blood that sin will pluck on sin. Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.