Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

Despair and die. The ghosts

Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France

Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?

Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. BENEDICK Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. BEATRICE I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me: if it had been painful, I would not have come. BENEDICK You take pleasure then in the message? BEATRICE Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point ... You have no stomach, signior: fare you well. Exit BENEDICK Ha! 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner;' there's a double meaning in that... (Much Ado About Nothing)