A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.

Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Remembrance of things past.

For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.