I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.
If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.
Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.
QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.
A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.