“Come, Lady, die to live.”

“What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hathsuch meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?”

“I must be gone and live, or stay and die.”

“Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.”

“It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.”

“The summer's flower is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die”

“The miserable have no other medicineBut only hope:I have hope to live, and am prepared to die.”