Much Ado About Nothing
Well then, go you into hell?
No; but to the gate, and there will the devil meet me like an
old cuckold with horns on his head, and say 'Get you to heaven,
Beatrice, get you to heaven. Here's no place for you maids.' So
deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter--for the heavens.
He shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as merry
as the day is long. (2.1.42)
I will but teach them to sing and restore them to the owner. (2.1.232)
I should think this a gull but that the white-bearded
fellow speaks it. Knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such