Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield,

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.

The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honor.

Madness In Great Ones Must Not Unwatched Go.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

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?