ORSINO: Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times
Thou never shouldst love woman like to me.
VIOLA: And all those sayings will I overswear,
And all those swearings keep as true in soul
As doth that orbèd continent the fire
That severs day from night.
ORSINO: Give me thy hand,
And let me see thee in thy woman’s weeds.
– William Shakespeare