Sometimes the sentiment is so strong it busts clean out of the form:
Yea, like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browsed'st.
--Antony and Cleopatra I.4
See what a rent the envious Casca made:
--Julius Caesar, III.2
...graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art.
--The trick of that voice I do well remember:
Is 't not the king?
--Ay, every inch a king.
--King Lear, IV.6
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and
ears a fork'd one!
--Winters' Tale, I.2
Bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!