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A hit, a very palpable hit.

Hamlet (1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. [295]

I am bewitched with the rogue’s company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I’ll be hanged.

Henry IV, Part 1 (1597) act 2, sc. 2, l. [19]

You swear like a comfit-maker’s wife.

Henry IV, Part 1 (1597) act 3, sc. 1, l. [252]

Fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough: this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.

Henry IV, Part 1 (1597) act 5, sc. 4, l. [87]

I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient.

Henry IV, Part 2 (1597) act 1, sc. 2, l. [145]

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Henry IV, Part 2 (1597) act 3, sc. 1, l. 31

Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

Henry IV, Part 2 (1597) act 4, sc. 5, l. 124

God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts in one.

Henry V (1599) act 5, sc. 2, l. [387]

Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you.

Julius Caesar (1599) act 1, sc. 2, l. 32

Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar!

Julius Caesar (1599) act 3, sc. 1, l. 77. Cf. Caesar 8

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interrèd with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answered it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men, Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.

Julius Caesar (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [79]