Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
Don Pedro: I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love.
Benedick: With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord. Not with love.
CLAUDIO: In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on.
Was dukedom large enough
So the may the outward shows be least themselves;
The world is still deceived with ornament.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
An old man is twice a child.
To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
Don Pedro: Will you have me, lady?
Beatrice: No, my lord, unless I might have another for working days. Your grace is too costly to wear everyday.
BENEDICK: Is’t come to this? In faith, hath not the world one man but he will wear his cap with suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again?
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
Let me play the fool!
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in the stones, and good in every thing.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
Did I say “better”?
His heart and hand both open and both free;
For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows;
Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty.
Claudio: Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.
BEATRICE: No, not till a hot January.
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty, but kindly.
I hold ambition of so light a quality that it is but a shadow’s shadow.