We have heard the chimes at midnight.
Henry IV, part 2
If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us,
do we not laugh laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and
if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like
you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd
numbers…There is divinity in odd numbers, either in
nativity, chance or death.
O! that I were as great
As is my grief, or lesser than my name,
Or that I could forget what I have been,
Or not remember what I must be now.
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world.