By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next
Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.
Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
I almost die for food, and let me have it!
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.
Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.