Posthumus

"There write, my queen, and with my eyes I'll drink the words you send though ink be made of gall."

Imogen

[To Cloten] "The meanest garment of my husband is dearer to me than your foolish person."

Cloten

"Everyone has his bellyful of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match."

                   Cymbeline

"Who is it that can read a woman?"

Queen

"I'd like to try the forces of this poison

On little creatures we count not worth hanging, like dogs and cats, or horses,

but no human."

  Iachimo

"Tell me where your lady is, and I will bring from there that honour of hers which you imagine so intact."