1 I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
2 Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
3 Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.
4 Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
5 Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, And drive his purpose on to these delights.
6 Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.
7 Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
8 Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you, And sure I am, two men there are not living To whom he more adheres.
9 There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it; And nothing is at a like goodness still, For goodness, growing to a pleurisy, Dies in his own too much.
10 Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon And foreign mart for implements of war; Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week.