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BENEDICK: That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me.

misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows

Act ii, Sc. 2

The pound of flesh that I demand of him
Is dearly bought.


Your ‘if’ is the only peace-maker;
much virtue in ‘if.’

This above all: to thine own self be true

Act I, Scene III