Don Pedro: Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Beatrice: No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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Leonato: O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad.
viewBenedick: I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
Beatrice: You always end with a jade’s trick. I know you of old.
Benedick: for I will be horribly in love with her.
Benedick: I would my horse had the speed of your tongue.