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buy such a jewel?
Yea, and a case
to put it into.
But speak you
this with a sad brow?
In mine eye she is the sweetest lady
that ever I looked on.
I can see yet without spectacles
and I see no such matter.
There's her cousin, an she were not
possessed with a fury,
exceeds her
as much in beauty
as the first of May
doth the last of December.
But I hope you have no intent
to turn husband, have you?
though I had
sworn the contrary,
if Hero would be my wife.
Is it come to this?
Shall I never see a bachelor
of three-score again?
Go ty i' faith, an thou wilt needs
thrust thy neck into a yoke,
wear the print of it and sigh
away Sundays.
What secret hath held you here,
that you followed not Leonato?
I would your grace
would constrain me to tell.
I charge
thee on thy allegiance.
O, on my allegiance?
Mark you this.
On my allegiance
he is in love.
With who? Now that
is your grace's part.
Mark you
With Hero,
Leonato's short daughter.
Amen, if you love her, for the lady is
very well worthy.
You speak this to fetch me in, my lord.
By my troth,
I speak my thought.
And, in faith,
my lord, I spoke mine.
And, by my two faiths and troths, my lord,
I spoke mine.
That I love her I feel.
And that she is worthy,
I know.
That I neither feel
how she should be loved
nor know
how she should be worthy
is the opinion that fire cannot
melt out of me.
I will die in it at the stake.
Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic
in the despite of beauty.
I give her thanks,
that she brought me up, I likewise give her
most humble thanks.
But that I will have a recheat
winded in my forehead,
or hang my bugle
from an invisible baldrick,
Because I will not do them the wrong
to mistrust any,
I will do myself
And the fine is, for the which
I may go the finer,
I shall see thee, ere I die,
look pale with love.
With anger,
with sickness,
or with hunger,
my lord, not with love.
Well, as time shall try.
"In time the savage
bull doth bear the yoke."
The savage bull may,
but if ever the sensible
Benedick bear it,
pluck off the bull's horns
and plant them in my forehead
and let me
be vilely painted,
and in such great letters
as they write,
"Here is good horse to hire,"
let them
signify under my sign,
"Here may you see Benedick
the married man."
Nay, if Cupid have not spent
all his quiver in Venice,
thou wilt quake
for this shortly.
I look for
an earthquake too, then.
Hath Leonato any son,
my lord?
No child but Hero,
she's his only heir.
Dost thou affect her,
Claudio?
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