Macbeth has so many monosyllables:
Out damned spot
Gall of goat and slips of yew
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
So foul and fair a day I have not seen
And nothing is but what is not.
Stars, hide your fires,
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Make thick my blood
Take my milk for gall
Come thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes
Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters
If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly
That but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all, here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come.
I dare do all that may become a man,
Who dares do more, is none.
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
And to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Gouts of blood
Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk
Whiles I threat, he lives;
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold
I have done the deed
Etc, etc