After kissing my hands, these," holding out those beautiful members of an exquisite anatomy, "you could go and kiss the cheeks of a serving-wench! Monsieur, I come from a proud and noble race.

A man can not, after having kissed my hands, press his lips to the cheeks of a Catharine and return again to me.

I wrote that letter to lead you a dance such as you would not soon forget.

And see! you did not trouble yourself to start to find me.
And a Catharine! Faugh! Her hands are large and red, her eyes are bold; when she is thirty she will be fat and perhaps dispensing cheap wine in a low cabaret.

And you called me Rosalind between times and signed your verses and letters Orlando! You quoted from Petrarch and said I was your Laura.