Take All The Swift Advantage Of The

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.

To Be Direct And Honest Is Not Safe.

Don Pedro Come, Lady, Come; You Have Lost The Heart Of Signior Benedick. Beatrice Indeed, My Lord, He Lent It Me Awhile; And I Gave Him Use For It, A Double Heart For His Single One: Marry, Once Before He Won It Of Me With False Dice, Therefore Your Grace May Well Say I Have Lost It. Don Pedro You Have Put Him Down, Lady, You Have Put Him Down. Beatrice So I Would Not He Should Do Me, My Lord, Lest I Should Prove The Mother Of Fools.

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.