The Merchant of Venice
I say my daughter is my flesh and my blood.
There is more difference between thy flesh and hers than
between jet and ivory; more between your bloods than there is
between red wine and Rhenish. But tell us, do you hear whether
Antonio have had any loss at sea or no? (3.1.4)
But who comes here? Lorenzo and his infidel (3.2.5)
Nerissa [indicating Jessica]. Cheer yon stranger. Bid her welcome (3.2.6)