Love's Labour's Lost
MARIA: You Still wrangle with her, Boyet, and she strikes at the brow.
BOYET: But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her now? (4.1.45-46)
NATHANIEL: Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutor'd by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you.
HOLOFERNES: …if their daughters be capable, I will put it to them… (4.2.25)
BEROWNE: This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity…(4.3.15)