I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown, but to rejoice in splendor of mine own. Howev'r, we hath to jump ov'r the Berlin mure.
Go thither, Ramond, at this same ancient party of Stalin’s sups the fair Rozaline whom thou so loves with all the admired beauties of Berlin. Compare her face with some that I shall show and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
Act 1, Scene 4
Wow, the east side sure is diff'rent from our side of the mure. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology?
Give me a case to put my visage in! A visor for a visor—what care I what curious eye doth cote deformities?
Act 1, Scene 5
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.