Epistrophe

Bastard
Search out thy wit for secret policies,
And we will make thee famous through the world.
Alanson, to Pucelle
We’ll set thy statue in some holy place
And have thee reverenced like a blessèd saint.Simile
Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.

O,
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Lord
But couch, ho! Here he comes to beguile two hours
in a sleep and then to return and swear the lies
he forges.  They move aside.

 Enter Parolles.

Parolles
Ten o’clock. Within these three hours ’twill
be time enough to go home. What shall I say I have
done?
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Benedick
I do love nothing in the world so well as you.
Is not that strange?
Beatrice
As strange as the thing I know not. It were as
possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you,
but believe me not, and yet I lie not; I confess
nothing, nor I deny nothing.
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Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
Have mercy, Jesu!—Soft, I did but dream.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!Apostrophe & Alliteration
The lights burn blue; it is now dead midnight.
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.Transferred Epithet
What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by.
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