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with by ABBA
BENEDICK:Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?
BEATRICE:Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
Ben:I will not desire that.
Bea:You have no reason; I do it freely.
Ben:Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged.
Bea:Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her!
Ben:Is there any way to show such friendship?
Bea:A very even way, but no such friend.
Ben:May a man do it?
Bea:It is a man&`&s office, but not yours.
Ben:I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?
Bea: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.
Ben:By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
Bea:Do not swear, and eat it.
Ben:I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love not you.
Bea:Will you not eat your word?
Ben:With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee.
Bea:Why, then, God forgive me!
Ben:What offence, sweet Beatrice?
Bea:You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you.
Ben:And do it with all thy heart.
Bea:I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
Ben:Come, bid me do any thing for thee.
Bea:Kill Claudio.
Ben:not for the wide world.
Bea:You kill me to deny it. Farewell.
Ben:Tarry, sweet Beatrice.
Bea:I am gone, though I am here: there is no love in you: nay, I pray you, let me go.
Ben:Beatrice,--
Bea:In faith, I will go.
Ben:We&`&ll be friends first.
Bea:You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine enemy.
Ben:Is Claudio thine enemy?
Bea:Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O that I were a man! What, bear her in hand until theycome 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.Talk with a man out at a window! A proper saying!
Ben:Nay, but, Beatrice,--
Bea:Sweet Hero! She is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone.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 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 with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
Ben:Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee.
Bea:Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.
Ben:Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero?
Bea:Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a soul.
Ben: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.
