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Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
BENEDICK
Suffer love! a good epithet! I do suffer love
indeed, for I love thee against my will.
BENEDICK
Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth; it catches.
BEATRICE
Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such
a face as yours were.
LEONATO
How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!
Speak low, if you speak love.
talt av Don Pedro - akt II, scene i.
If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and shoot at me, and he that hits me, let him be clapped on the shoulder and called Adam