I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

“Beshrew your eyes,They have o'erlook'd me and divided me;One half of me is your…”

“Alas, that they are so!To die even when they to perfection grow!”

“Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in thisworld needs to fear no colours.”

“You have her father's love, Demetrius;Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.”