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1

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 3]

Benedick

877

Now, divine air! now is his soul ravished! Is it
not strange that sheeps' guts should hale souls out
of men's bodies? Well, a horn for my money, when
all's done.

2

Much Ado about Nothing
[III, 3]

Verges

1324

Yea, or else it were pity but they should suffer
salvation, body and soul.

3

Much Ado about Nothing
[III, 5]

Dogberry

1610

A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they
say, when the age is in, the wit is out: God help
us! it is a world to see. Well said, i' faith,
neighbour Verges: well, God's a good man; an two men
ride of a horse, one must ride behind. An honest
soul, i' faith, sir; by my troth he is, as ever
broke bread; but God is to be worshipped; all men
are not alike; alas, good neighbour!

4

Much Ado about Nothing
[IV, 1]

Claudio

1663

Stand thee by, friar. Father, by your leave:
Will you with free and unconstrained soul
Give me this maid, your daughter?

5

Much Ado about Nothing
[IV, 1]

Claudio

1684

Not to be married,
Not to knit my soul to an approved wanton.

6

Much Ado about Nothing
[IV, 1]

Beatrice

1796

O, on my soul, my cousin is belied!

7

Much Ado about Nothing
[IV, 1]

Friar Francis

1862

Marry, this well carried shall on her behalf
Change slander to remorse; that is some good:
But not for that dream I on this strange course,
But on this travail look for greater birth.
She dying, as it must so be maintain'd,
Upon the instant that she was accused,
Shall be lamented, pitied and excused
Of every hearer: for it so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rack the value, then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio:
When he shall hear she died upon his words,
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination,
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate and full of life,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
Than when she lived indeed; then shall he mourn,
If ever love had interest in his liver,
And wish he had not so accused her,
No, though he thought his accusation true.
Let this be so, and doubt not but success
Will fashion the event in better shape
Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
But if all aim but this be levell'd false,
The supposition of the lady's death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
And if it sort not well, you may conceal her,
As best befits her wounded reputation,
In some reclusive and religious life,
Out of all eyes, tongues, minds and injuries.

8

Much Ado about Nothing
[IV, 1]

Benedick

1896

Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you:
And though you know my inwardness and love
Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
As secretly and justly as your soul
Should with your body.

9

Much Ado about Nothing
[IV, 1]

Benedick

1974

Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero?

10

Much Ado about Nothing
[IV, 1]

Beatrice

1975

Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a soul.

11

Much Ado about Nothing
[V, 1]

Leonato

2109

There thou speak'st reason: nay, I will do so.
My soul doth tell me Hero is belied;
And that shall Claudio know; so shall the prince
And all of them that thus dishonour her.

12

Much Ado about Nothing
[V, 1]

Don Pedro

2349

By my soul, nor I:
And yet, to satisfy this good old man,
I would bend under any heavy weight
That he'll enjoin me to.

13

Much Ado about Nothing
[V, 1]

Borachio

2376

No, by my soul, she was not,
Nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me,
But always hath been just and virtuous
In any thing that I do know by her.