Η Γκουίνεθ Πάλτροου στον ερωτευμένο Σαίξπηρ

in thine eye, then twenty of their swords look now but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity.

But not for the world they saw thee.

I have night's cloak to hide.

Oh, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

That's my line.