in black ink my love may still shine bright.
God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
Exit, pursued by a bear.
What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.
Sometimes, less is more.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!