Shakespeare's Farewells

Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.
Romeo and Juliet (2.2.200)

As many farewells as be stars in heaven,
With distinct breath and consign’d kisses to them,
He fumbles up into a loose adieu,
And scants us with a single famish’d kiss,
Distasted with the salt of broken tears.
Troilus and Cressida (4.4.40)

You must be gone;
And I shall here abide the hourly shot
Of angry eyes, not comforted to live,
But that there is this jewel in the world
That I may see again.
Cymbeline (1.1.104)

I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i’ the cold ground. My brother shall know of it: and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good-night, ladies; good-night, sweet ladies; good-night, good-night.
Hamlet (4.5.40), Ophelia, gone mad

The gods protect you
And bless the good remainders of the court!
I am gone.
Cymbeline (1.1.154)

No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind: but this same day
Must end that work the ides of March begun;
And whether we shall meet again I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
Julius Caesar (5.1.128)

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Julius Caesar (5.3.112)[

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Hamlet (5.2.304)