"O that I were a man for his sake! Or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving."

— Beatrice, Much Ado About Nothing.

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