First to Speak
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand
And clap thyself my love: then didst thou utter ‘I am yours for ever.’
–The Winter’s Tale,
Act I, Scene ii

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand
And clap thyself my love: then didst thou utter ‘I am yours for ever.’
–The Winter’s Tale,
Act I, Scene ii

O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand,
That thou mightst think upon these by the seal,
Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!
–Henry VI Part 2,
Act III, Scene ii

Bright star of Venus, fall’n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee enough?
–Henry VI Part 1,
Act I, Scene ii

You have witchcraft in your lips…there is
more eloquence in a sugar touch of them
than in the tongues of the French council.
–Henry V,
Act V, Scene ii

I will requite thee,
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand.
— Much Ado About Nothing,
Act III, Scene i

This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene ii

I have not art to reckon my groans;
but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it.
–Hamlet,
Act II, Scene ii