1 O, here he is: lay hand upon him.
2 Give me your hand, I'll lead you to some biding.
3 Now let thy friendly hand Put strength enough to't.
4 O, look upon me, sir, And hold your hands in benediction o'er me.
5 It is his hand, my lord; but I hope his heart is not in the contents.
6 I will not swear these are my hands: let's see; I feel this pin prick.
7 If the matter of this paper be certain, you have mighty business in hand.
8 I must change names at home, and give the distaff Into my husband's hands.
9 I am your host: With robber's hands my hospitable favours You should not ruffle thus.
10 Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjur'd, and thou simular of virtue That art incestuous.
11 Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's book, and defy the foul fiend.
12 Royal King, Give but that portion which yourself propos'd, And here I take Cordelia by the hand, Duchess of Burgundy.
13 False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.
14 Hold your hand, my lord: I have serv'd you ever since I was a child; But better service have I never done you Than now to bid you hold.
15 I speak in understanding; y'are, I know't: Therefore I do advise you take this note: My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd, And more convenient is he for my hand Than for your lady's.