O Death, Made Proud With Pure And

Pleasure And Revenge Have Ears More Deaf Than Adders To The Voice Of Any True Decision.

Be Collected. No More Amazement. Tell Your Piteous Heart There's No Harm Done.

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.

What, My Dear Lady Disdain! Are You Yet Living? Beatrice: Is It Possible Disdain Should Die While She Hath Such Meet Food To Feed It As Signior Benedick?

For What Is Wedlock Forced But A Hell, An Age Of Discord And Continual Strife? Whereas The Contrary Bringeth Bliss, And Is A Pattern Of Celestial Peace.