Much Ado About Nothing Page #3

with the force and...

...strong encounter of my amorous tale.

Then, after to her father will I break...

...and the conclusion is...

...she shall be thine.

In practice let us put it presently.

What the good-year, my lord.

Why are you thus out of measure sad?

There is no measure

in the occasion that breeds.

Therefore the sadness is without limit.

You should hear reason.

And when I have heard it...

...what blessing brings it?

I cannot hide what I am.

I must be sad when I have cause

and smile at no man's jests...

...eat when I have stomach...

...and wait for no man's leisure...

...sleep when I am drowsy...

...and tend on no man's business...

...laugh...

...when I am merry...

...and claw no man in his humor.

But you must not make full show of this

till you may do so without controlment.

You have of late

stood out against your brother...

...and he hath ta'en you newly into his grace...

...where it is impossible

you should take true root...

...but by the fair weather that you make yourself.

I had rather be a canker in a hedge...

...than a rose in his grace.

In this, though I cannot be said to be

a flattering, honest man...

...it must not be denied

but I am a plain-dealing villain.

If I had my mouth...

...I would bite.

If I had my liberty...

...I would do my liking.

In the meantime...

...let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

Borachio!

What news?

I can give you intelligence

of an intended marriage.

Will it serve for any model to build mischief on?

Marry, it is your brother's right hand.

Who?

- The most exquisite Claudio?

- Even he.

How came you to this?

I heard it agreed upon that the prince

should woo Hero for himself...

...and having obtained her,

give her to Count Claudio.

Come.

Come, let us thither.

This may prove food to my displeasure.

That young start-up hath all

the glory of my overthrow.

If I can cross him any way...

...I bless myself every way.

You are both sure...

...and will assist me?

To the death, my lord.

- Shall we go prove what's to be done?

- We'll wait upon your lordship.

- Was not Count John here at supper?

- I saw him not.

How tartly that gentleman looks!

I never can see him but

I am heart-burned an hour after.

He's of a very melancholy disposition.

He were an excellent man that were made

just in the midway between him and Benedick.

The one is too like an image and says nothing,

and the other too like my lady's eldest son...

...evermore tattling.

Then half Signior Benedick's tongue...

...in Count John's mouth...

...and half count John's melancholy

in Signior Benedick's face.

With a good leg.

And a good foot, uncle.

And money enough in his purse.

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