1 I dare not say he lies anywhere.
2 My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed.
3 He that lies slain here, Cassio, Was my dear friend.
4 To tell you where he lodges is to tell you where I lie.
5 She might lie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks.
6 He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies is stabbing.
7 You told a lie, an odious, damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie.
8 Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her fantastical lies.
9 There's millions now alive That nightly lie in those unproper beds Which they dare swear peculiar: your case is better.
10 I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat.
11 I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat.
12 So that if we will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.