Love's Labour's Lost
ARMADO: My love is most immaculate white and red.
MOTH: Most maculate thoughts, master, are mask'd under such colours. (1.2.53-54)
MOTH: The hobby-horse is forgot.
ARMADO: Call'st thou my love 'hobby-horse'? (3.2.8-9)
BEROWNE: Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed,
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard. (3.1.76)