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Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Beatrice |
126 |
A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.
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2 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Benedick |
127 |
I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and
so good a continuer. But keep your way, i' God's
name; I have done.
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3 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 1] |
Leonato |
408 |
Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in Count John's
mouth, and half Count John's melancholy in Signior
Benedick's face,—
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4 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 1] |
Leonato |
414 |
By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a
husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue.
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5 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 1] |
Benedick |
654 |
O God, sir, here's a dish I love not: I cannot
endure my Lady Tongue.
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6 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[III, 2] |
Don Pedro |
1203 |
Nay, that would be as great a soil in the new gloss
of your marriage as to show a child his new coat
and forbid him to wear it. I will only be bold
with Benedick for his company; for, from the crown
of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all
mirth: he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's
bow-string and the little hangman dare not shoot at
him; he hath a heart as sound as a bell and his
tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks his
tongue speaks.
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Much Ado about Nothing
[III, 4] |
Beatrice |
1572 |
What pace is this that thy tongue keeps?
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8 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[IV, 1] |
Beatrice |
1963 |
Princes and counties! Surely, a princely testimony,
a goodly count, Count Comfect; a sweet gallant,
surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or that I
had any friend would be a man for my sake! But
manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into
compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and
trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules
that only tells a lie and swears it. I cannot be a
man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
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Much Ado about Nothing
[V, 1] |
Antonio |
2162 |
Content yourself. God knows I loved my niece;
And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains,
That dare as well answer a man indeed
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue:
Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!
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10 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[V, 1] |
Don Pedro |
2234 |
I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy wit the
other day. I said, thou hadst a fine wit: 'True,'
said she, 'a fine little one.' 'No,' said I, 'a
great wit:' 'Right,' says she, 'a great gross one.'
'Nay,' said I, 'a good wit:' 'Just,' said she, 'it
hurts nobody.' 'Nay,' said I, 'the gentleman
is wise:' 'Certain,' said she, 'a wise gentleman.'
'Nay,' said I, 'he hath the tongues:' 'That I
believe,' said she, 'for he swore a thing to me on
Monday night, which he forswore on Tuesday morning;
there's a double tongue; there's two tongues.' Thus
did she, an hour together, transshape thy particular
virtues: yet at last she concluded with a sigh, thou
wast the properest man in Italy.
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