Will you have me, lady ?
No my Lord, unless I might have another for working-days, your Grace is too costly to wear everyday : but I beseech your Grace pardon me, I was born to speak all mirth, and no matter.
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry, best becomes you, for out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
No sure my Lord, my mother cried, but then there was a star danc'd, and under that was I born.
Shakespeare, Much ado about nothing