Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.

The wheel is come full circle.

Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free.

...lest too light winning make the prize light.

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

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.