My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.

There's beggary in love that can be reckoned

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.

Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell. O! keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man’s eye may behold my body: Do this, and be a charitable murderer. Tam: So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. Dem: Away! for thou hast stay’d us here too long. Lav: No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly creature, The blot and enemy to our general name. Confusion fall—

Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.