Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.

This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.

What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.

For she had eyes and chose me.

Officers, what offence have these men done? DOGBERRY Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.