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MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING Page: 43
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
As secretly and justly as your soul
Should with your body.
LEONATO.
Being that I flow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me.
FRIAR.
'Tis well consented: presently away;
For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.
Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day
Perhaps is but prolong'd: have patience and endure.
[Exeunt FRIAR, HERO, and LEONATO.]
BENEDICK.
Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?
BEATRICE.
Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
BENEDICK.
I will not desire that.
BEATRICE.
You have no reason; I do it freely.
BENEDICK.
Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged.
BEATRICE.
Ah! how much might the man deserve of me that would right her.
BENEDICK.
Is there any way to show such friendship?
BEATRICE.
A very even way, but no such friend.
BENEDICK.
May a man do it?
BEATRICE.
It is a man's office, but not yours.
BENEDICK.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that
strange?
BEATRICE.
As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say
I loved nothing so well as you; but believe me not, and yet I lie not;
I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.
BENEDICK.
By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
BEATRICE.
Do not swear by it, and eat it.
BENEDICK.
I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that
says I love not you.
BEATRICE.
Will you not eat your word?
BENEDICK.
With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee.
BEATRICE.
Why then, God forgive me!
BENEDICK.
What offence, sweet Beatrice?
BEATRICE.
You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved
you.
BENEDICK.
And do it with all thy heart.
BEATRICE.
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
BENEDICK.
Come, bid me do anything for thee.
BEATRICE.
Kill Claudio.
BENEDICK.
Ha! not for the wide world.
BEATRICE.
You kill me to deny it. Farewell.
BENEDICK.
Tarry, sweet Beatrice.
BEATRICE.
I am gone, though I am here: there is no love in you: nay, I pray
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