Good night, my lord.

Name her not now, sir; she's a deadly theme.

Let me confirm my princely brother's greeting:
You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither.

You fillip me o' the head.

An odd man, lady! every man is odd.

I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one.

I'll have my kiss, sir. Lady, by your leave.

O, this is trim!

I had good argument for kissing once.

How do you? how do you?

From Troy.