Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.

There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession

Unhand me, gentlemen,By heaven! I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off

Let him look to his bond.

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.