| lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while? | yea, and I will weep awhile longer. |
| I will not desire that. | you have no reason; I do it freely |
| surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged | ah! how much might the man deserve of me that would right her |
| is there anyway to show such friendship? | a very even way, but no such friend |
| may a man do it? | it is a man’s office but not yours |
| I do love nothing in the world so well as you; is not that strange? | as strange as the thing I know not. it were possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you; but believe me not, and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, not I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin |
| by my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me | do not swear by it and eat it |
| I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love not you | will you not eat your word? |
| with no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee | why then god forgive me |
| what offense sweet beatrice | you have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you |
| and do it with all thy heart | I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest |
| come, bid me do anything for thee | Kill Claudio |
| ha!not for the wide world | you kill me to deny it. farewell. |
| Tarry, sweet Beatrice. | I am gone, though I am here: there is no love in you: nay, I pray you, let me go. |
| Beatrice | In faith, I will go. |
| We’ll be friends first. | You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine enemy. |
| is Claudio thine enemy? | Is he not approved in the height a villain, thathath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? Othat I were a man! What, bear her in hand until theycome to take hands; and then, with publicaccusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour,–O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heartin the market-place. |
| Hear me, Beatrice,– | Talk with a man out at a window! A proper saying! |
| Nay, but, Beatrice,– | Sweet Hero! She is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone. |
| Beat- | Princes and counties! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly Count Comfect; a gallant, surely! 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 curtsies, velour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie and swears by it. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. |
| Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee. | Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it. |
| Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero? | yea, as sure as I have a thought or a soul |
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July 30, 2019