Winter's Tale 4.3: 53
Sweet sir, much better than I was: I can stand and walk. I will even take my leave of you, and pace softly towards my kinsman’s.
Coriolanus 2.1: 29
... Martius is proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors since Deucalion, though peradventure some of the best of ’em were hereditary hangmen. God-den to your worships; more of your conversation would infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians. I will be bold to take my leave of you.
Hamlet 2.2: 189
How pregnant sometimes his replies are! A happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be deliver’d of. I will leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter. — My lord, I will take my leave of you.
Hamlet 2.2: 190
You cannot take from me any thing that I will not more willingly part withal — except my life, except my life, except my life.