“What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?”

“Afore me! It is so very late,That we may call it early by and by.”

“It is my soul that calls upon my name;How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,like softest music to attending ears!-Romeo”

“And too soon Marred are those so early Made.”

“What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell. O! keep me from their worse than killing lust,And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man’s eye may behold my body: Do this, and be a charitable murderer. Tam: So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee:No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. Dem: Away! for thou hast stay’d us here too long. Lav: No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly creature, The blot and enemy to our general name. Confusion fall—”

“I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up so early.”

“By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.”