Since he hath got the jewel that I loved, And that which you did swear to keep for me, I will become as liberal as you, I'll not deny him anything I have, No, not my body nor my husband's bed.
Since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which yet you know not of.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.
To business that we love we rise betime, And go to't with delight.
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humor? No, the world must be peopled.
But this rough magic I here abjure, and when I have required Some heavenly music—which even now I do— To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
'Tis a common proof That lowliness is young ambition's ladder.
My wife, my wife! what wife? I have no wife. O insupportable! O heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon, and that th' affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration.
Now God be praised, that to believing souls Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
Beatrice. Let me go with that I came, which is, with knowing what hath passed between you and Claudio. Benedick. Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss thee. Beatrice. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.