Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty. To you I am bound for life and education. My life and education both do learn me How to respect you. You are the lord of my duty, I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband, And so much duty as my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

The gloomy shade of death.

O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!

Art made tongue-tied by authority.