I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?