Much Ado About Nothing | Act IV, Scene I - Page 3

BENEDICK:
By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
BEATRICE:
Do not swear, and eat it.
BENEDICK:
I will swear by it that you love me, and I will make(285)
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!(290)
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(295)
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.(300)
BENEDICK:
Tarry, sweet Beatrice.
BEATRICE:
I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in
you. Nay, I pray you let me go.
BENEDICK:
Beatrice—
BEATRICE:
In faith, I will go.(305)
BENEDICK:
We'll be friends first.
BEATRICE:
You dare easier be friends with me than fight with
mine enemy.
BENEDICK:
Is Claudio thine enemy?
BEATRICE:
Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath(310)
slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O that
I were a man! What, bear her in hand until they come to
take hands, and then with public accusation, uncovered
slander, unmitigated rancour—O God, that I were a man!
I would eat his heart in the market place.(315)
BENEDICK:
Hear me, Beatrice!
BEATRICE:
Talk with a man out at a window! — A proper
saying!
BENEDICK:
Nay, but Beatrice—
BEATRICE:
Sweet Hero! She is wronged, she is sland'red, she is(320)
undone.
BENEDICK:
Beat—
BEATRICE:
Princes and counties! Surely a princely testimony, a
goodly count, Count Comfect, a sweet gallant surely! O
that I were a man for his sake! or that I had any friend would(325)
be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies,
valour 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 it. I cannot be a man with
wishing; therefore I will die a woman with grieving.(330)
BENEDICK:
Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee.
BEATRICE:
Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.
BENEDICK:
Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath
wronged Hero?
BEATRICE:
Yea, as sure is I have a thought or a soul.(335)
BENEDICK:
Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge him. I will kiss
your hand, and so I leave you. By this hand, Claudio shall
render me a dear account. As you hear of me, so think of me.
Go comfort your cousin. I must say she is dead—and so
farewell.(340)

[Exeunt.]

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