'But this my masculine usurped attire...
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent...
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.'
- Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
'Were it not better,
Because I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have
That do outface it with their semblances.'
- Shakespeare, As You Like It
