Boabdils
Bassanio. How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars:
Who, inward search’d, have livers white as milk!
“Merchant of Venice,” iii, 2.
Rosalind. We’ll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have,
That do outface it with their semblances.
“As You Like It,” i, 2.