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Adriano Celentano

A loving wife hears even what goes unsaid.

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William Shakespeare

Moth: You are a gentleman and a gamester, sir.
Don Adriano de Armado: I confess both: they are both the varnish of a complete man.

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William Shakespeare

Don Adriano de Armado: Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned.
Costard: Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a full stomach.

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William Shakespeare

Don Adriano de Armado: I will hereupon confess I am in love: and as it is base for a soldier to love, so am I in love with a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a new-devised courtesy. I think scorn to sigh: methinks I should outswear Cupid. Comfort, me, boy: what great men have been in love?

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Speech of Aquileio

Grown old in courts, thou art not surely one
Who keeps the rigid rules of ancient honour;
Well skill'd to soothe a foe with looks of kindness,
To sink the fatal precipice before him,
And then lament his fall with seeming friendship!
Open to all, true only to thyself,
Thou know'st the arts which blast with envious praise,
Which aggravate a fault with feign'd excuses,
And drive discountenanced virtue from the throne;
That leave the blame of rigour to the prince,
And of his every gift usurp the merit,
That hide in seeming zeal a wicked purpose,
And only build upon another's ruin.

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