Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

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?

As You Are Old And Reverend, You Should Be Wise.

Small To Greater Matters Must Give Way.

His Steeds To Water At Those Springs On Chaliced Flowers That Lies; And Winking Mary-buds Begin To Ope Their Golden Eyes: With Every Thing That Pretty Is, My Lady Sweet, Arise.

For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds Man's Might.