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

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

The first thing we do, lets kill the lawyers. [Henry Iv]

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

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

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.