Henry IV Part 2
[…] Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty-sick: (Induction)
[…] let order die!
And let this world no longer be a stage
To feed contention in a lingering act;
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
And darkness be the burier of the dead! (1.1.12)
[…] For the box of the ear that
the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince,
and you took it like a sensible lord. I have
chequed him for it, and the young lion repents;
marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk
and old sack.
Well, God send the prince a better companion!
God send the companion a better prince! I cannot
rid my hands of him.
Well, the king hath severed you and Prince Harry: (1.2.26)