"I do entreat your grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold, nor how it may concern my modesty, in such a presence here to plead my thoughts; but I beseech your grace that I may know the worst that may befall me in this case, if I refuse to wed Demetrius."

"And in the wood, where often you and I upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, there my Lysander and myself shall meet; and thence from Athens turn away our eyes, to seek new friends and stranger companies. Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us; and good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight from lovers' food till morrow deep midnight."

"Puppet? Why so? Ay, that way goes the game. Now I perceive that she hath made compare between our statures; she hath urged her height; and with her personage, her tall personage, her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him. And are you grown so high in his esteem; because I am so dwarfish and so low? How low am I, thou painted maypole? Speak; how low am I? I am not yet so low, but that my nails can reach unto thine eyes."