And whatsomever else shall hap tonight, give it an understanding but no tongue, I will requit your love. So, fare your well. My lord, he hath importuned me with love, in honourable fashion.

“But I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at: I am not what I am.”

“I sworn thee fair, and thought thee brightWho art cold as Hel, as dark as night”

“Where lies your text?Viola: In Orsino's bosom.Olivia: In his bosom! In what cha…”

“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.”