by: William Shakespeare

Act I, scenes i–ii

I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed. (I.i.)
Because we come to do you
service and you think we are ruffians, you’ll have your
daughter covered with a Barbary horse. You’ll have
your nephews neigh to you. (I.i.111–14)
Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her,
For I’ll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy,
So opposite to marriage that she shunned
The wealthy, curlèd darlings of our nation,
Would ever have, t’ incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou—to fear, not to delight. (I.ii.)