I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is that not strange?
A miracle. Here’s our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity.
O, she misused me past the endurance of a block. She told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the Prince’s jester, and that I was duller than a great thaw, huddling jest upon jest, with such impossible conveyance upon me, that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me. She speaks poniards, and every word stabs. If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the North star. So indeed all disquiet, horror, and perturbation follows her.
Will your Grace command me any service to the world’s end? I will go on the slightest errand now to the Antipodes that you can devise to send me on. I will fetch you a hair off the great Cham’s beard, do you any embassage to the Pygmies, rather then hold three words conference with this Harpy. You have no employment for me?
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me. I will live a bachelor.
I would my horse had the speed of your tongue.
He is in love. With who? That is your grace’s part. With Hero, Leonato’s short daughter.
They say the lady is fair, ’tis a truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous, ’tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me – by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly; for I will be horribly in love with her.
Shall I speak a word in your ear? You are a villain. I jest not. I will make it good how dare you and when you dare. Do me right, or I will protest your cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you. Fare you well, boy. You know my mind. My lord, for your many courtesies I thank you. I must discontinue your company. Your brother is fled from Messina. You have among you killed a sweet and innocent lady. For my Lord Lackbeard there, he and I shall meet. Till then peace be with him.
