O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables, — meet it is I set it down,   115
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark:  [Writing.
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;

“I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange? BEATRICE As…”

“Here lies awretched corse, of wretched soul bereft:Seek not my name: a plague c…”

“For this new-married man approaching here,Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong…”

“Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!”