from Shakespeare's Much Ado About Knots

Ardilangio: That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
I grant I am a woman, but withal
To both these sisters have I sworn my love;
I lov'd your father, and we love ourself;
I crave no other, nor no better man.
I love him not, nor hate him not: and yet
He followed you. For love I followed him.
And it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
Your brother and his lover have embraced.
That has a name; but there's no bottom, none
That you unfold to me, yourself, your half:
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly -
What? look upon my brother: both your pardons.
I never lov'd my brother in my life.

From Send-Up