"But they do no more adhere and keep place together than the Hundredth Psalm to the tune of 'Greensleeves'."(第二幕第一場より)
My doe with the black scut! Let the sky rain potatoes. Let it thunder to the tune of 'Greensleeves', hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes. Let there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here."(第五幕第五場より)