Lysander

O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!

Love takes the meaning in love’s conference.

I mean, that my heart we can make of it:

Two bosoms interchained with an oath;

So then two bosoms and a single troth.

Then by your side no bed-room me deny;

For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

Lysander, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Shakespeare