There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.

Present Fears Are Less Than Horrible Imaginings.

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.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You