One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.
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?
Be just, and fear not.
I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.