Much Ado About Nothing Page #5

I am sure he is in the fleet.

I would he had boarded me.

When I know the gentleman,

I'll tell him what you say.

Do.

We must follow the leaders.

In every good thing.

Are not you Signior Benedick?

You know me well. I am he.

Signior,

you are very near my brother in his love.

He is enamoured on Hero.

I pray you, dissuade him from her.

She is no equal for his birth.

How know you he loves her?

I heard him swear his affection.

So did I, too.

And he swore he would marry her tonight.

Come, let us to the banquet.

Thus answer I in name of Benedick...

...but hear these ill news

with the ears of Claudio.

'Tis certain so...

...the prince woos for himself!

Friendship is constant in all other things...

...save in the office and affairs of love.

This is an accident of hourly proof...

...which I mistrusted not.

Farewell, therefore, Hero!

- Count Claudio?

- Yea, the same.

- Come, will you go with me?

- Whither?

About your own business.

- The prince hath got your Hero!

- I wish him joy of her!

Did you think the prince

would have served you thus?

I pray you, leave me.

Alas, poor hurt fowl!

But that my Lady Beatrice should know me,

and not know me!

The prince's fool?

I am not so reputed.

It is the base, the bitter disposition of Beatrice...

...that puts the world into her person

and so gives me out.

Well...

...l'll be revenged as I may.

Now, signior, where's the count?

Troth, my lord, I found him here

as melancholy as a lodge in a warren.

I told him, and I think I told him true...

...that your grace had got the good will

of this young lady.

The Lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you.

The gentleman that danced with her

told her she is much wronged by you.

She misused me past the endurance of a block!

She told me, not thinking I had been myself,

that I was the prince's jester...

...that I was duller than a great thaw...

...huddling jest upon jest

with such impossible conveyance upon me...

...that I stood like a man at a mark...

...with a whole army shooting at me.

She speaks poniards...

...and every word stabs.

If her breath were terrible as her terminations,

there were no living near her.

She would infect to the North Star.

So, indeed, all disquiet,

horror and perturbation follows her.

Look, here she comes.

Will your grace command me any service

to the world's end?

I will go on the slightest errand now

to the Antipodes...

...that you can devise to send me on.

I will fetch you a hair off

the Great Cham's beard...

...do you any embassage to the Pigmies...

...rather than hold three words'

conference with this harpy.

You have no employment for me?

None, but to desire your good company!

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