Much Ado About Nothing (Quarto 1, 1600)
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Much adoe
¶Bene. I loue you the better, the hearers may cry Amen.
¶Marg. God match me with a good dauncer.
515Balth. Amen.
¶daunce is done: answer Clarke.
520nio.
¶Antho. At a word I am not.
¶Vrsula I knowe you by the wagling of your head.
¶Antho. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.
525were the very man: heeres his drie hand vp and downe, you
¶are he, you are he.
¶Antho. At a word, I am not.
¶Vrsula Come, come, do you thinke I do not know you by
¶your excellent wit? can vertue hide it selfe? go to, mumme, you
530are he, graces will appeere, and theres an end.
¶Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are?
535Bened. Not now.
¶out of the hundred mery tales: wel, this was signior Benedick
¶Bened. Whats he?
¶Bened. Not I, beleeue me.
¶Beat. Did he neuer make you laugh?
¶Bened. I pray you what is he?
¶delight in him, and the commendation is not in his wit, but in
¶his villanie, for he both pleases men and angers them, and then
¶they laugh at him, and beate him: I am sure he is in the Fleete,
¶I would he had boorded me.
¶Bene. When I know the Gentleman, ile tell him what you
¶say.
Beat.
