Much Ado About Nothing By William Shakespeare Act V: Scene 4

All this amazement can I qualify:
When after that the holy rites are ended,
I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death:
Meantime, let wonder seem familiar,
And to the chapel let us presently.

Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice?

[Unmasking.] I answer to that name. What is your will?

Do not you love me?

Why, no; no more than reason.

Why, then, your uncle and the prince and Claudio
Have been deceived; for they swore you did.

Do not you love me?

Troth, no; no more than reason.

Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula,
Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear you did.

They swore that you were almost sick for me.

They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me.

Tis no such matter. Then you do not love me?

No, truly, but in friendly recompense.

Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.

And I'll be sworn upon 't that he loves her;
For here's a paper written in his hand,
A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,
Fashion'd to Beatrice.

And here's another,
Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket,
Containing her affection unto Benedick.

A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will
have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.

I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield upon great
persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were
in a consumption.

Peace! I will stop your mouth. [Kisses her.]

I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of witcrackers cannout flout
me out of my humour. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an
epigram? No; if man will be beaten with brains, a' shall wear nothing
handsome about him. In brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will
think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and
therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it, for man
is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. For thy part, Claudio,
I did think to have beaten thee; but, in that thou art like to be my
kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin.

I had well hoped thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have
cudgelled thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double-dealer;
which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin do not look
exceeding narrowly to thee.

Come, come, we are friends. Let's have a dance ere we are married,
that we may lighten our own hearts and our wives' heels.

We'll have dancing afterward.

First, of my word; therefore play, music! Prince, thou art sad; get
thee a wife, get thee a wife: there is no staff more reverent than one
tipped with horn.

[Enter Messenger.]

My lord, your brother John is ta'en in flight,
And brought with armed men back to Messina.

Think not on him till to-morrow: I'll devise thee brave
punishments for him.
Strike up, pipers!

[Dance. Exeunt.]

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