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.

Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.

Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!

There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.

Friendship's full of dregs.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!