I will do anymodest office,my lord, to helpmy cousin to agood husband.I love youwith so muchof my heart,that none isleft to protestTo bind me,or undo me,one of them.Daughter,remember what Itold you, if thePrince do solicityou in that kind,you know youranswerO God, that Iwere a man! Iwould eat hisheart in themarket placeBut are yousure Benedickloves Beatriceso entirely?Come, come,we are friends.Let's have adance ere weare marriedBenedickis sick inlove withBeatriceContempt,farewell! Andmaiden pride,adieu! Benedick,love on; I willrequite thee!If you love herthen, tomorrowwed her, but itwould better fityour honour tochange your mind.Give notthis rottenorange toyour friendPraise himmore thanever mandid meritAdam's sonsare mybrethren, andtruly I hold it asin to match inmy kindredHath no mana dagger'spoint for me?[...] let herdie.Nature neverframed awoman's heartof prouder stuffthan Beatrice'sWe find thevirtue thatpossessionwould not showus whiles it wasoursA goodsoldier tolady, butwhat is he toa lord?CommonstaleNot until Godmake men ofsome othermetal thanearthHowcanst thoucross thismarriage?Can theworld buysuch ajewel?I had ratherhear my dogbark at a crowthan a manswear he lovesme.Thou wilt neverget thee ahusband, if thoube so shrewd ofthy tongueWhy, he(Benedick) isthe Prince'sjester, a verydull foolI will do anymodest office,my lord, to helpmy cousin to agood husband.I love youwith so muchof my heart,that none isleft to protestTo bind me,or undo me,one of them.Daughter,remember what Itold you, if thePrince do solicityou in that kind,you know youranswerO God, that Iwere a man! Iwould eat hisheart in themarket placeBut are yousure Benedickloves Beatriceso entirely?Come, come,we are friends.Let's have adance ere weare marriedBenedickis sick inlove withBeatriceContempt,farewell! Andmaiden pride,adieu! Benedick,love on; I willrequite thee!If you love herthen, tomorrowwed her, but itwould better fityour honour tochange your mind.Give notthis rottenorange toyour friendPraise himmore thanever mandid meritAdam's sonsare mybrethren, andtruly I hold it asin to match inmy kindredHath no mana dagger'spoint for me?[...] let herdie.Nature neverframed awoman's heartof prouder stuffthan Beatrice'sWe find thevirtue thatpossessionwould not showus whiles it wasoursA goodsoldier tolady, butwhat is he toa lord?CommonstaleNot until Godmake men ofsome othermetal thanearthHowcanst thoucross thismarriage?Can theworld buysuch ajewel?I had ratherhear my dogbark at a crowthan a manswear he lovesme.Thou wilt neverget thee ahusband, if thoube so shrewd ofthy tongueWhy, he(Benedick) isthe Prince'sjester, a verydull fool

Untitled Bingo - Call List

(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.


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  1. I will do any modest office, my lord, to help my cousin to a good husband.
  2. I love you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest
  3. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.
  4. Daughter, remember what I told you, if the Prince do solicit you in that kind, you know your answer
  5. O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market place
  6. But are you sure Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?
  7. Come, come, we are friends. Let's have a dance ere we are married
  8. Benedick is sick in love with Beatrice
  9. Contempt, farewell! And maiden pride, adieu! Benedick, love on; I will requite thee!
  10. If you love her then, tomorrow wed her, but it would better fit your honour to change your mind.
  11. Give not this rotten orange to your friend
  12. Praise him more than ever man did merit
  13. Adam's sons are my brethren, and truly I hold it a sin to match in my kindred
  14. Hath no man a dagger's point for me? [...] let her die.
  15. Nature never framed a woman's heart of prouder stuff than Beatrice's
  16. We find the virtue that possession would not show us whiles it was ours
  17. A good soldier to lady, but what is he to a lord?
  18. Common stale
  19. Not until God make men of some other metal than earth
  20. How canst thou cross this marriage?
  21. Can the world buy such a jewel?
  22. I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
  23. Thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue
  24. Why, he (Benedick) is the Prince's jester, a very dull fool