| Last Words | Character | Play |
| I am unarmed. Forgo this vantage, Greek. | |
| ‘Tis true, ‘tis true, witness my knife’s sharp point. | |
| O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt. | |
| Demand me nothing. What you know, you know. From this time forth I never will speak word. | |
| Et tu, Brute?—Then fall, Caesar. | |
| Lay on, Macduff; And damned be him that first cries, ‘Hold, enough!’ | |
| I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; my master calls me, I must not say no. | |
| | Last Words | Character | Play |
| A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse! | |
| For I, that never feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valor. | |
| If one good deed in all my life I did I do repent it from my very soul. | |
| Brutus’ bastard hand Stabbed Julius Caesar; savage islanders Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates. | |
| And I'll go to bed at noon. | |
| And if aught in this miscarried by my fault, let my old life be sacrificed some hour before his time unto the rigour of severest law. | |
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