Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

“Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! …”

“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:They pray: grant thou, lest faith…”

“Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy;I did not see your Grace. Humbly on my kne…”

“I hope they will not come upon us now.King Henry: We are in God's hand, brother…”