A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
Exit, pursued by a bear.
I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion.