Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency?
William Shakespeare, William Harness, William Gilmore Simms (1842). “The Complete Works of William Shakspeare”, p.156
