A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?

What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish!

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.