And Fearless Minds Climb Soonest Unto Crowns.

Shall We Upon The Footing Of Our Land Send Fair-play Orders, And Make Compromise, Insinuation, Parley, And Base Truce, To Arms Invasive?

A Miracle. Here's Our Own Hands Against Our Hearts. Come, I Will Have Thee, But By This Light I Take Thee For Pity. Beatrice: I Would Not Deny You, But By This Good Day, I Yield Upon Great Persuasion, And Partly To Save Your Life, For I Was Told You Were In A Consumption. Benedick: Peace. I Will Stop Your Mouth.

The Big Round Tears Cours'd One Another Down His Innocent Nose, In Piteous Chase.

We Will Meet; And There We May Rehearse Most Obscenely And Courageously.

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?