“Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,That I did never, no, nor never can,Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,But you must flout my insufficiency?”
“Fine. You don’t want to be good enough for me, then you will never be. I deserve someone who wants to be what I need.”
“I’m still scared, still wanting to run at times when I look into your eyes and wonder how I will ever be the sort of man you deserve. I want so much to deserve you. To be worthy of a woman like you.”
“The man deserved his fate, deny it who can; yes, but the fate did not deserve the man.”
“I will be brief: your noble son is mad:Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,What is't but to be nothing else but mad?”
“How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?”