Much Ado About Nothing (Quarto 1, 1600)

Author: William Shakespeare

Editor: Grechen Minton

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 about Nothing.
¶Beat. For the letter that begins them al, H.
¶Mar. Wel, and you be not turnde Turke, theres no more
1555sayling by the starre.
¶Beat. What meanes the foole trow?
¶Mar. Nothing I, but God send euery one their hearts de-
¶sire.
¶Hero These gloues the Counte sent me, they are an excel-
1560lent perfume.
¶Beat. I am stuft cosin, I cannot smell.
¶Mar. A maide and stuft! theres goodly catching of
¶colde.
¶Beat. O God help me, God help me, how long haue you
1565profest apprehension?
¶Mar. Euer since you left it, doth not my wit become me
¶rarely?
¶Beat. It is not seene enough, you should weare it in your
¶cap, by my troth I am sicke.
1570Mar. Get you some of this distill'd carduus benedictus,
¶and lay it to your heart, it is the onely thing for a qualme.
¶Hero There thou prickst her with a thissel.
¶Beat. Benedictus, why benedictus? you haue some moral in this
¶benedictus.
1575Mar. Morall? no by my troth I haue no morall meaning,
¶I meant plaine holy thissel, you may thinke perchaunce that I
¶think you are in loue, nay birlady I am not such a foole to think
¶what I list, nor I list not to thinke what I can, nor indeed I can
¶not think, if I would thinke my heart out of thinking, that you
1580are in loue, or that you will be in loue, or that you can be in
¶loue: yet Benedicke was such another, and now is he become a
¶man, he swore he would neuer marry, and yet now in dispight
¶of his heart he eates his meate without grudging, and how you
1585may be conuerted I know not, but me thinkes you looke with
¶your eies as other women do.
¶Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keepes?
¶Marg. Not a false gallop.  Enter Vrsula.     
1590Vrsula Madame withdraw, the prince, the Count, signior
¶Benedicke, Don Iohn, and all the gallants of the towne are
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