Much Ado About Nothing Act 1

(1,1) Nothing I learn in this letter that Don Pedro of Aragon comes this night to Messina
(1,1) He is very nearby this. He was not three leagues off when I left him. How many gentlemen have you lost in this action?
(1,1) But a few of any sort, and none by name. A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers. I find here that Din Pedro hath bestowed much honor on a young Florentine called Claudio.
(1,1) He hath indeed better bettered expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it.
(1,1) I have already delivered him letters, and there appears much joy in him, even so much that joy could not show itself modest enough without a badge of bitterness. Did he break out into tears?
(1,1) In great measure. A kind overflow of kindness. There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!
(1,1) I know none of that name, lady. There was none in the army of any sort. What is he that you ask for niece?
(1,1) For indeed I promise to eat all of his killing. Faith, niece, you tax Signior Benedick too much, but he’ll be meet with you, I doubt it not.
(1,1) He is no less than a stuffed man, but for the stuffing- well, we are all mortal. You must not, sir, mistake my niece. There is a sort of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick and her. They never meet but there’s a skirmish of wit between them.
(1,1) Do, good friend. You will never run mad, niece.
(1,1) The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it. Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your Grace, for trouble being gone, comfort should remain, but when you depart from me, sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
(1,1) I think this is your daughter. Her mother hath many time told me so
(1,1) Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her? Signior Benedick, no, for then were you a child.
(1,1) I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart. If you swear, my lord, you will not be forsworn. Let me bid you welcome, my lord, being reconciled to the Prince your brother, I owe you all duty.
(1,1) I thank you. I am not of many words, but I thank you. Please it your Grace lead on?
(1,2) Nothing How now, brother, where is my cousin, your son? Hath he provided this music?
(1,2) But, brother, I can tell you strange news that you yet dreamt not of. Are they good?
(1,2) … he meant to take the present time by the top and instantly break with you of it. Hath the fellow any wit that told you this?
(1,2) I will send for him, and question him yourself. No, no, we will hold it as a dream till it appear itself. But I will acquaint myself withal, that she may be the better prepared for an answer, if peradventure this be true. Go you and tell her of it. Cousins, you know what you have to do. O, I cry you mercy, friend. Go you with me and I will use your skill.- Good cousin, have a care this busy time.