“Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear”

“Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient foolArt thou, to break into this woman's mood,Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!”

“Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.”

“If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanksAs though she bid me stay by her a week.If she deny to wed, I'll crave the dayWhen I shall ask the banns, and when be married.”

“Make thee another self for love of me,That beauty still may live in thine or thee”

“You know your mother means to feast with me,And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad:Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dustAnd with your blood and it I'll make a paste,And of the paste a coffin I will rearAnd make two pasties of your shameful heads,And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam,Like to the earth swallow her own increase.This is the feast that I have bid her to,And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; (5.2.18)”

“Thine face is not worth sunburning.”