Troilus and Cressida
If ever you prove false one to another, since I have
taken such pains to bring you together, let all
pitiful goers-between be called to the world's end
after my name; call them all Pandars; let all
constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids,
and all brokers-between Pandars! Say, amen.
I like thy armour well; I'll frush it and unlock the rivets all, But I'll be master of it: wilt thou not, beast, abide? Why, then fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. (5.6.27-31)
You shake, my lord, at something: will you go?
You will break out.
She strokes his cheek!
Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:
There is between my will and all offences
A guard of patience: stay a little while. (5.2.50-54)