If low, an agate very vilely cut ;
If speaking, why a vane blown with all winds ;
If silent, why, a block moved with none.
So turns she every man the wrong side out ;
And never gives to truth and virtue that
Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.
Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
Hero. 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'd 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.
HELENA.
[ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, Act I. Scene 3.]
Hel. Then, I confess,
Here on my knee, before high Heaven and 3-011,
That before you, and next unto high Heaven,
I love your son :
My friends were poor, but honest ; so's my love ;
Be not offended ; for it hurts not him,
