1 You rise to play, and go to bed to work.
2 Desdemona in bed asleep; a light burning.
3 My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed.
4 All's well now, sweeting; come away to bed.
5 I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.
6 Get you to bed on th instant, I will be return'd forthwith.
7 Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.
8 Prithee, tonight Lay on my bed my wedding sheets, remember, And call thy husband hither.
9 He says he will return incontinent, He hath commanded me to go to bed, And bade me to dismiss you.
10 There's millions now alive That nightly lie in those unproper beds Which they dare swear peculiar: your case is better.
11 My lord shall never rest, I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience; His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift; I'll intermingle everything he does With Cassio's suit.
12 Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors, Bells in your parlours, wild-cats in your kitchens, Saints in your injuries, devils being offended, Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.
13 Friends all but now, even now, In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom Devesting them for bed; and then, but now, As if some planet had unwitted men, Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast, In opposition bloody.
14 The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnize A natural and prompt alacrity I find in hardness, and do undertake This present wars against the Ottomites.
15 Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business Hath rais'd me from my bed, nor doth the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.