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Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd
Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
He was perfumed like a milliner,
And'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose and took &

      — King Henry IV. Part I, Act I Scene 3

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1

Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1]

Messenger

34

O, he's returned; and as pleasant as ever he was.

2

Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1]

Beatrice

74

O Lord, he will hang upon him like a disease: he
is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker
runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio! if
he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a
thousand pound ere a' be cured.

3

Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1]

Claudio

268

O, my lord,
When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye,
That liked, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking to the name of love:
But now I am return'd and that war-thoughts
Have left their places vacant, in their rooms
Come thronging soft and delicate desires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is,
Saying, I liked her ere I went to wars.

4

Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 2]

Leonato

320

No, no; we will hold it as a dream till it appear
itself: but I will acquaint my daughter withal,
that she may be the better prepared for an answer,
if peradventure this be true. Go you and tell her of it.
[Enter Attendants]
Cousins, you know what you have to do. O, I cry you
mercy, friend; go you with me, and I will use your
skill. Good cousin, have a care this busy time.

5

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 1]

Benedick

620

O, she misused me past the endurance of a block!
an oak but with one green leaf on it would have
answered her; my very visor began to assume life and
scold with her. She told me, not thinking I had been
myself, that I was the prince's jester, that I was
duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest
with such impossible conveyance upon me that I stood
like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at
me. She speaks poniards, and every word stabs:
if her breath were as terrible as her terminations,
there were no living near her; she would infect to
the north star. I would not marry her, though she
were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before
he transgressed: she would have made Hercules have
turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make
the fire too. Come, talk not of her: you shall find
her the infernal Ate in good apparel. I would to God
some scholar would conjure her; for certainly, while
she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell as in a
sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, because they
would go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, horror
and perturbation follows her.

6

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 1]

Benedick

654

O God, sir, here's a dish I love not: I cannot
endure my Lady Tongue.

7

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 1]

Leonato

723

O, by no means: she mocks all her wooers out of suit.

8

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 1]

Leonato

725

O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married,
they would talk themselves mad.

9

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 3]

Claudio

856

O, very well, my lord: the music ended,
We'll fit the kid-fox with a pennyworth.

10

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 3]

Balthasar

860

O, good my lord, tax not so bad a voice
To slander music any more than once.

11

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 3]

Claudio

912

O, ay: stalk on. stalk on; the fowl sits. I did
never think that lady would have loved any man.

12

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 3]

Leonato

923

O God, counterfeit! There was never counterfeit of
passion came so near the life of passion as she
discovers it.

13

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 3]

Leonato

951

O, when she had writ it and was reading it over, she
found Benedick and Beatrice between the sheet?

14

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 3]

Leonato

954

O, she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence;
railed at herself, that she should be so immodest
to write to one that she knew would flout her; 'I
measure him,' says she, 'by my own spirit; for I
should flout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I
love him, I should.'

15

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 3]

Claudio

960

Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, sobs,
beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses; 'O
sweet Benedick! God give me patience!'

16

Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 3]

Leonato

976

O, my lord, wisdom and blood combating in so tender
a body, we have ten proofs to one that blood hath
the victory. I am sorry for her, as I have just
cause, being her uncle and her guardian.

17

Much Ado about Nothing
[III, 1]

Hero

1124

O god of love! I know he doth deserve
As much as may be yielded to a man:
But Nature never framed a woman's heart
Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice;
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
Misprising what they look on, and her wit
Values itself so highly that to her
All matter else seems weak: she cannot love,
Nor take no shape nor project of affection,
She is so self-endeared.

18

Much Ado about Nothing
[III, 1]

Hero

1150

No, not to be so odd and from all fashions
As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable:
But who dare tell her so? If I should speak,
She would mock me into air; O, she would laugh me
Out of myself, press me to death with wit.
Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire,
Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly:
It were a better death than die with mocks,
Which is as bad as die with tickling.

19

Much Ado about Nothing
[III, 1]

Ursula

1165

O, do not do your cousin such a wrong.
She cannot be so much without true judgment—
Having so swift and excellent a wit
As she is prized to have—as to refuse
So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick.

20

Much Ado about Nothing
[III, 2]

Don Pedro

1317

O day untowardly turned!

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