it is my lady! *sighs* o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she sais nothing. what of that? her eye discourses; i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks; two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return.

Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.

One man in his time plays many parts.

the fire seven times tried this; seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss some there be that shadows kiss; such have but a shadows bliss, there be fool alive, i wis silverd o'er, and so was this Take what wife you will to bed I will ever be your head. So be gone; you are sped.

A man can die but once.

Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek.

I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)