If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.

I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.

A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.

A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

Justice always whirls in equal measure.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.