Two women placed together makes cold weather.
By Heaven, I love thee better than myself
Love is merely a madness.
A ministering angel shall my sister be.
Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!
Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.