You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.