She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.

Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.

The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.

I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basalisks; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Decieve more slily that Ulysses could, And like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colors to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.