A Politician... One That Would Circumvent God.

Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

Here Is A Rural Fellow That Will Not Be Denied Your Highness' Presence: He Brings You Figs.

Upon His Royal Face There Is No Note How Dread An Army Hath Enrounded Him.

Ha. "against My Will I Am Sent To Bid You Come Into Dinner." There's A Double Meaning In That. -benedick (much Ado)