I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

“What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?Beatrice: Is it possible disdain…”

“Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?”

“I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.”

“I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:Use …”