1) "That a woman conceived me, I thank
her; that she
Brought me up,
I likewise give her most humble thanks:
But that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle
In an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me.
Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any,
I will do myself the right to trust none; and the fine is, for the which
I may go the finer, I will live a bachelor."
--Act 1, Scene 1: Benedick to Don Pedro
2) "But now I am return'd and that
Have left their
places vacant, in their rooms
Come thronging soft and delicate desires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is."
--Act 1, Scene 1: Claudio to Don Pedro
3) "I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
His grace, and it better fits my blood to be
Disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
Love from any."
--Act 1, Scene
3: Don John to Conrade
"Why, he is the prince's jester: a very dull fool;
Only his gift is in devising impossible slanders."
--Act 2, Scene 1: Beatrice to Benedick in disguise
5) "O, she misused me beyond the endurance of a block!
An oak with but one green leaf on it would have answered her;
My very visor began to assume life and scold with her."
--Act 2, Scene 1: Benedick to himself
6) "Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were
But little happy, if I could say how much."
--Act 2, Scene 1: Claudio to Don Pedro
7) "Any bar, any cross, any impediment will be
medicinable to me: I am sick in displeasure to him,
And whatsoever comes athwart his affection ranges
Evenly with mine. How canst thou cross this marriage?"
--Act 2, Scene 2: Don John to Borachio
8) "I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much
Another man is a fool when he dedicates his
Behaviors to love, will, after he hath laughed at
Shallow follies in others, become the argument
Of his own scorn by falling in love."
--Act 2, Scene 3: Benedick to himself
9) "Out on thee! Seeming! I will write against it:
You seem to me as Dian in her orb,
As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;
But you are more intemperate in your blood
Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals
That rage in savage sensuality."
--Act 4, Scene 1: Claudio to Hero
10) "O, she is fallen
a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again
And salt too little which may season give
To her foul-tainted flesh!"
--Act 4, Scene 1: Leonato to Beatrice