Away, you mouldy rogue, away!

With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.

DON PEDRO Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICE Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it. DON PEDRO You have put him down, lady, you have put him down. BEATRICE So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools.

My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.

Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

You have witchcraft in your lips