Othello.—I took by the throat, the circumcised dog, and smote him.—v. 2.
I smote him, I caught him by his beard and smote him, and slew him.—1 Sam. xvii. 35.
Macbeth.—Let this pernicious hour stand aye accursed in the calendar.—iv. 1.
Opened Job his mouth and cursed his day; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.—Job iii. 1, 6.
Hamlet.—What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!—ii. 2.
What is man, that thou art mindful of him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands.—Ps. viii. 4, 5, 6.
Macbeth.—We will die with harness on our back.—v. 5.
Nicanor lay dead in his harness.—2 Maccabees xv. 28.
Banquo.—Woe to the land that’s governed by a child.
Woe to thee, O land, when thy king is a child.—Eccles. x. 16.