I know her spirits are as coy and wildAs haggerds of the rock.<strong>Much</strong> <strong>Ado</strong> About <strong>Nothing</strong>, Act III, scene iNor take no shape nor project of affection,She is so self-endeared.URSULA:But are you sureThat Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?HERO: So says the prince and my new-trothed lord.URSULA: And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?HERO: They did entreat me to acquaint her of it;But I persuaded them, if they loved Benedick,To wish him wrestle with affection,And never to let Beatrice know of it.URSULA: Why did you so? Doth not the gentlemanDeserve as full as fortunate a bedAs ever Beatrice shall couch upon?HERO: O god of love! I know he doth deserveAs much as may be yielded to a man:But Nature never framed a woman’s heartOf prouder stuff than that of Beatrice;Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,Misprising what they look on, and her witValues itself so highly that to herAll matter else seems weak: she cannot love,34URSULA:Sure, I think so;And therefore certainly it were not goodShe knew his love, lest she make sport at it.HERO: Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw man,How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured,But she would spell him backward: if fair-faced,She would swear the gentleman should be her sister;If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antique,Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed;If low, an agate very vilely cut;If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;If silent, why, a block moved with none.So turns she every man the wrong side outAnd never gives to truth and virtue thatWhich simpleness and merit purchaseth.URSULA: Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.HERO: No, not to be so odd and from all fashionsAs Beatrice is, cannot be commendable:But who dare tell her so? If I should speak,She would mock me into air; O, she would laugh meOut of myself, press me to death with wit.
Therefore let Benedick, like cover’d fire,Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly:It were a better death than die with mocks,Which is as bad as die with tickling.URSULA: Yet tell her of it: hear what she will say.<strong>Much</strong> <strong>Ado</strong> About <strong>Nothing</strong>, Act III, scene iURSULA: His excellence did earn it, ere he had it.When are you married, madam?HERO: Why, every day, to-morrow. Come, go in:I’ll show thee some attires, and have thy counselWhich is the best to furnish me to-morrow.HERO: No; rather I will go to BenedickAnd counsel him to fight against his passion.And, truly, I’ll devise some honest slandersTo stain my cousin with: one doth not knowHow much an ill word may empoison liking.URSULA: O, do not do your cousin such a wrong.She cannot be so much without true judgment—Having so swift and excellent a witAs she is prized to have—as to refuseSo rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick.HERO: He is the only man of Italy.Always excepted my dear Claudio.URSULA: I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,Speaking my fancy: Signior Benedick,For shape, for bearing, argument and valor,Goes foremost in report through Italy.HERO: Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.URSULA: She’s limed, I warrant you: we have caughther, madam.HERO: If it proves so, then loving goes by haps:Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.[Exeunt HERO and URSULA.]BEATRICE: [Coming forward]What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?Stand I condemn’d for pride and scorn so much?Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu!No glory lives behind the back of such.And, Benedick, love on; I will requite thee,Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand:If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite theeTo bind our loves up in a holy band;For others say thou dost deserve, and IBelieve it better than reportingly.[Exit.]35
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