“What soilders whey-face?The English for so please you.Take thy face hence.”

“In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.”

“Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.”

“Why, what's the matter,That you have such a February face,So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?”

“So well thy words become thee as thy wounds,They smack of honor both.”

“Make our faces vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are.”

“O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou beWhen time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feetWhere thou and I henceforth may never meet.”