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men and angers them,

and then they laugh

at him and beat him.

I'm sure he's in the fleet.

I would he had boarded me.

When I know the gentleman,

I'll tell him what you say.

Do, do.

He'll but break a comparison or two on me,

which, peradventure not marked

and not laughed at,

sends him into melancholy,

and then there's

a partridge wing saved,

for the fool will eat no supper

that night.

We must

follow the leaders.

In every good thing.

Nay, if they lead to any ill,

I will leave them at the next turning.

Are not you

Signior Benedick?

You know me well,

I am he.

Signior, you are very near

my brother in his love.

He is enamored on Hero.

I pray you,

dissuade him from her.

She is no equal

for his birth.

You may do the part

of an honest man in it.

How know you he loves her?

I heard him

swear his affection.

So did I too, and he swore

he would marry her to-night.

Come, let us

to the banquet.

'Tis certain so,

the prince woos for himself.

Friendship is constant

in all other things

save in the offices

and affairs of love,

for beauty is a witch against whose charms

faith melteth into blood.

Count Claudio?

Yea, the same.

Come, go with me.

The prince hath got your Hero.

I wish him joy of her.

Did you think the prince

would have used you thus?

I pray you, leave me.

Ho! Now you strike

like the blind man.

'Twas the boy that stole your meat,

and you will beat the post.

If it will not be,

I'll leave you.

Alas, poor hurt fowl.

Now will he creep into sedges.

But that

my Lady Beatrice

should know me,

and not know me.

The prince's fool?

It may be I go under that title

because I am merry.

Yea, but so I am apt to do myself wrong,

I am not so reputed.

It is the base, though bitter,

disposition of Beatrice

that puts the world into her person

and so gives me out.

Well, I will be revenged

as I may.

Now, signior, where's the count?

Did you see him?

Troth, my lord, I found him 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 here.

The Lady Beatrice

hath a quarrel to you.

The gentleman

that danced with her

told her she is much

wronged by you.

O, 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

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 as terrible

as her terminations,

there would

be no living near her.

She would infect

to the north star.

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