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Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called 'fools'.

For the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge

I'll never be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand as if a man were author to himself and knew no other kin.

I might call him. A thing divine, for nothing natural. I ever saw so noble.

God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

His silver skin laced with his golden blood.

Fare thee well/ A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.

Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. Remember thee?

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Never durst a poet touch a pen to write Until his ink was tempered with love's sighs.

I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you. Benedick: What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here...

It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.

The let-alone lies not in your good will.

For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.

Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect.

I freely told you, all the wealth I had Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman.

But here must end the story of my life, And happy were I in my timely death Could all my travels warrant me they live.

What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.

Caesar, Now be still, I killed not thee with half so good a will?

out vile jelly! where is thy lustre now

I'll so offend, to make offence a skill, Redeeming time when men think least I will.

And strange it is That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds.