Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.
Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
What a fool honesty is.
Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.