Much Ado About Nothing
Montāžas Teksta
- I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick. Nobody marks you
- What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
- It is possible Disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence
- Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted; and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart, for, truly, i love none.
- A dear happiness to women; they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor! I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that; I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
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