“Get thee to a nunnery.”

“Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.”

“What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.”

“I am not bound to please thee with my answer.”

“Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!”

“She's good, being gone.”

“What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights,Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hoursMore tedious than the dial eightscore times!O weary reckoning!”

“Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.”