O! when she had writ it, and was reading it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice between the sheet?
This says she now when she is beginning to write to him; for she’ll be up twenty times a night, and there will she sit in her smock till she have writ a sheet of paper: my daughter tells us all.
Have you writ down, that they are none?
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.’
I will be flesh and blood; For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods And made a push at chance and sufferance.