She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star.
Much Ado About Nothing [1598-1600], II, i, 257
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star.
Much Ado About Nothing [1598-1600], II, i, 257