Much ado about nothing.

“Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand?”

“Thus weary of the world, away she hies,And yokes her silver doves; by whose swi…”

“the pleached bower,Where honeysuckles ripened by the sunForbid the sun to enter…”

“Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all,What hast thou then more than th…”