I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service
There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion.
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.