| Line 1 “I know none of that name, lady.” | My cousin means Signoir Benedick of Padua |
| Don Pedro- your hand Leonato. We will go together | Exit stairs |
| Benedict- there’s her cousin, and she were not possessed a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of may doth the last of December | Lead Kallie from stairs |
| “We’ll wait upon your lordship” | Enter from stairs |
| Beatrice- How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him but I am heart burned an hour after | He is of very melancholy disposition |
| Benedict- In every good thing | Exit in pairs |
| Benedick- Alas, poor hurt fowl!… well, I’ll be revenged as I may | Enter |
| Don Pedro- And you too, gentle Hero? | I will do any modest office, my lord, to help my cousin to a good husband |
| “There’s a double meaning in that” | Enter from stage left |
| Act 3 scene 1 | Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor. There shalt thy find my cousin Beatrice proposing with the prince and Claudio. Whisper her ear and tell her I and Ursula walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse is all of her. There will she hide her to listen to our propose. This is thy office; Bear thee well in it and leave us alone |
| Margaret exits | Now Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, as we do grace this alley up and down |
| But are you sure that benedick loves Beatrice so entirely | So says the Prince, and my new trothed lord |
| And did they bid you tell her if it, madam | They did entreat me to acquaint her if it; But i persuaded them, if they loved Benedick, to wish him wrestle with affection and never to let Beatrice know of it. |
| Why did you so?…As ever Beatrice shall couch upon? | O god of love! I know he doth deserve as much as may be yielded to a man; but nature never framed a women’s heart of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, misprizing what they look on; and her wit values itself so highly that to her all matter else seems weak. She cannot love |
| Yet tell her if it. Hear what she will say. | No; rather I will go to benedick and counsel him to fight against his passion |
| O, do not do your cousin such a wrong! … so rare a gentleman as Signoir Benedick | He is the only man of Italy, always excepted my dear Claudio |
| When are you married madam? | Why, everyday tomorrow! Come, go in (begin to exit after) |
| She’s limed I warrant you! We have caught her madam | If it prove so, then loving goes by haps. Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps (exit) |
| A commodity in question, I warrant you. Come, we’ll obey yoy | Enter through stairs |
| Troth, I think your other Rabato were better | No, pray thee, good Meg, I’ll wear this |
| By my troth, is not so good and I warrant your cousin will say so | My cousins a fool, and thou art another. I’ll wear none but this |
| I like the new tire within… a most rare fashion, in faith | God give me joy to wear it, for my heart is exceeding heavy |
| Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a man | Fie upon thee! Art not ashamed? (Enter Beatrice) Good Morrow Coz |
| Good morrow, sweet Hero | Why, how now? Do you speak in the sick tune? |
| Get you some of this distilled Carduus Benedicts and lay it to your heart. It is the only thing for a qualm | There, you prick’st her with a thistle. |
| Madam, withdraw. The prince, the count, Signior benedick, don John, and all the gallants of the town are come to fetch you to church | Help to dress me, good Coz, good Meg, good Ursula (exit) |
| Act IV scène 1 | Enter stage left |
| Lady, you come hither to be married to this count? | I do |
| Know you any, Hero? | None my lord |
| No, Leonato. I never tempted her with word too large, but, as a brother to his sister showed bashful sincerity and comely love | And seemed I ever otherwise to you? |
| You seem to me as Dian in her orb; but you are more intemperate in your blood than Venus, or those pampered animals that rage in savage sensuality | Is my lord well that he doth speak so wide? |
| What man was he talked with you yesternight, out at your window betwixt twelve and one? Now, if you are a maid, answer to this. | I talked with no man at this hour, my lord |
| Talk with a ruffian at her chamber… they have had a thousand times in secret. | Faint |
| Call her forth Brother. Here’s the friar ready | Enter |
| Give me your hand; before this holy friar I am your husband, if you like of me | And when I lived I was your other wife; (unmask) and when you loved, you were my other husband |
| Another hero! | One hero died defiled; but I do love, and surely as I live, I am a maid |
| And I’ll be sworn upon it that he loves her; for here’s a paper written in his hand | And here another, Writ in my cousins hand, stolen from her pocket, containing her affection into Benedick |
Much ado about nothing lines
July 8, 2019