For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
Give me to drink mandragora.
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.