“Don John:
There is no
measure in the occasion that breeds
It;
therefore the sadness is without limit.
Conrade:
You should
hear reason.
Don John:
And when I
have heard it what blessing bringeth
It?
Conrade:
If not a
present remedy, yet a patient sufferance.
Don John:
(…) I
cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause,
And smile
at no man’s jests; eat when I have
Stomach,
and wait for no man’s leisure.” (Shakespeare, 1992, p.524).
“Benedick:
Well, every
one can master a grief but he that has it.” (Shakespeare, 1992, p.533).
“Benedick:
(…) for man
is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.” (Shakespeare, 1992, p.549).
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