A Peace Is Of The Nature Of

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

Why, What's The Matter, That You Have Such A February Face, So Full Of Frost, Of Storm And Cloudiness?

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.

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!