Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One

Their Manners Are More Gentle, Kind, Than Of Our Human Generation You Shall Find.

Was Ever Woman In This Humour Wooed? Was Ever Woman In This Humour Won?

All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell Deeds.

Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.

Sweet Beatrice, Wouldst Thou Come When I Called Thee? Beatrice Yea, Signior, And Depart When You Bid Me. Benedick O, Stay But Till Then! Beatrice 'then' Is Spoken; Fare You Well Now... (much Ado About Nothing)