Much Ado About Nothing Page #4

and heir of Leonato.

A very forward

March-chick.

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 in any way,

I bless myself every way.

You are both sure,

and will assist me?

To the death, my lord.

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

for an hour after.

He is 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,

the other too like my lady's eldest son,

evermore tattling.

My troth, niece, thou wilt never

get thee a husband,

if thou be so

shrewd of thy tongue.

O, for the which blessing I am on my knees

every morning and evening.

Lord, I could not endure a husband

with a beard on his face.

I had rather

lie in the woolen.

You may light upon a husband

that hath no beard.

What would I do with him?

Dress him in my apparel

and make him

my waiting gentlewoman?

He that hath a beard

is more than a youth,

and he that hath no beard

is less than a man,

and he that is more than

a youth is not for me,

and he that is less than a man,

I am not for him.

I trust you will be ruled

by your father.

Yes. Faith, it is my cousin's duty

to make curtsy and say,

"Father, as it please you."

And yet for all that, cousin,

let him be a handsome fellow,

or else make another curtsy

and say,

"Father, as it please me."

Well, niece, I hope to see you one day

fitted with a husband.

Not till God make men of some other

metal than earth.

Lady, will you walk

about with your friend?

Well, I would

you did like me.

So would not I, for your own sake,

for I have many ill-qualities.

Hmm. Which is one?

I say my prayers aloud.

I love you the better,

the hearers may cry, "Amen."

God, match me

with a good dancer.

Will you not

tell me who told you so?

No, you shall pardon me.

Nor will you

tell me who you are?

Not now.

That I was disdainful,

and that I had

my good wit

out of

the Hundred Merry Tales..

Well, this was

Signior Benedick that said so.

What's he?

I'm sure you know

him well enough.

Not I, believe me.

Did he never make you laugh?

I pray you, what is he?

Why, he is

the prince's jester.

A very dull fool,

only his gift is in devising

impossible slanders.

None but libertines

delight in him,

and his commendation

is not in his wit,

but in his villainy,

for he both pleases

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