“For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?”
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“For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?”
“I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.”
“One doth not know / How much an ill word may empoison liking.”
“If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ...”
“To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.”
“Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.”
“LEONATO Well, then, go you into hell? BEATRICE No, but to the gate; and there will the devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, and say 'Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to heaven; here's no place for you maids:' so deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for the heavens; he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long.”
“There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.”
“Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.”
“Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.”
“I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?”
“LEONATO Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.”
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