“Lady, you are the cruel'st she aliveIf you will lead these graces to the graveAnd leave the world no copy.”

“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.”

“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?”

“Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick.BEATRICEIndeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it.DON PEDROYou have put him down, lady, you have put him down.BEATRICESo I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools.”

“Lady you berfet me of all words,/Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,/ And there is such confusion in my powers.”

“Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,That you would have me seek into myselfFor that which is not in me?”

“You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.”