| Last words | Character | Play |
| Look, her lips. Look there, look there! | |
| Thus, with a kiss, I die. | |
| Caesar, thou art reveng'd, even with the sword that kill'd thee. | |
| Thou mayst revenge. O slave! | |
| Nay, I will take thee too: What should I stay - | |
| The rest is silence. | |
| No way but this, killing myself, to die upon a kiss | |
| This is thy sheath; There rust, and let me die. | |
| | Last words | Character | Play |
| Now my spirit is going; I can no more. | |
| Commend me to my kind lord. O, farewell! | |
| The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. | |
| I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. | |
| I have it, and soundly too. Your houses! | |
| Seek him out upon the English party. O, untimely death! Death! | |
| O, I am slain! | |
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