1 He's coming, madam; I hear him.
2 Look, here comes a walking fire.
3 Regan, I bleed apace: Untimely comes this hurt: give me your arm.
4 If it be true, all vengeance comes too short Which can pursue th'offender.
5 Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.
6 This villain of mine comes under the prediction; there's son against father: the King falls from bias of nature; there's father against child.
7 Go you before to Gloucester with these letters: acquaint my daughter no further with anything you know than comes from her demand out of the letter.
8 Tis not in thee To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes, And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt Against my coming in.
9 Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his coming forth is thought of, which imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger that his personal return was most required and necessary.
10 The noble Duke my master, My worthy arch and patron, comes tonight: By his authority I will proclaim it, That he which finds him shall deserve our thanks, Bringing the murderous coward to the stake; He that conceals him, death.
11 In my true heart I find she names my very deed of love; Only she comes too short, that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys Which the most precious square of sense possesses, And find I am alone felicitate In your dear highness' love.