O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

I Will Chide No Breather In The World But Myself, Against Whom I Know Most Faults.

Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!

Cleopatra: If It Be Love Indeed, Tell Me How Much. Antony: There's Beggary In The Love That Can Be Reckoned. Cleopatra: I'll Set A Bourne How Far To Be Belov'd. Antony: Then Must Thou Needs Find Out New Heaven, New Earth.