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  • Title: Much Ado About Nothing (Quarto 1, 1600)
  • Editor: Gretchen Minton
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-516-2

    Copyright Gretchen Minton. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Gretchen Minton
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    Much Ado About Nothing (Quarto 1, 1600)

    about Nothing.
    for which of my bad parts didst thou first fal in loue with me?
    2480Beat. For them all together, which maintaind so politique
    a state of euil, that they will not admitte any good part to inter-
    mingle with them: but for which of my good parts did you first
    suffer loue for me?
    Bene. Suffer loue! a good epithite, I do suffer loue indeed,
    2485for I loue thee against my will.
    Beat. In spight of your heart I thinke, alas poore heart, if
    you spight it for my sake, I will spight it for yours, for I wil ne-
    uer loue that which my friend hates.
    Bene. Thou and I are too wise to wooe peaceably.
    Beat. It appeares not in this confession, theres not one wise
    man among twentie that will praise himselfe.
    Bene. An old, an old instance Beatrice, that liu'd in the time
    of good neighbours, if a man do not erect in this age his owne
    2495toomb ere he dies, he shall liue no longer in monument, then
    the bell rings, and the widow weepes.
    Beat. And how long is that thinke you?
    Bene. Question, why an hower in clamour and a quarter in
    2500rhewme, therefore is it most expedient for the wise, if Don
    worme (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to
    be the trumpet of his owne vertues, as I am to my self so much
    for praising my selfe, who I my selfe will beare witnes is praise
    worthie, and now tell me, how doth your cosin?
    Beat. Verie ill.
    Bene. And how do you?
    Beat. Verie ill too.
    2510Bene. Serue God, loue me, and mend, there wil I leaue you
    too, for here comes one in haste.
    Enter Vrsula.
    Vrsula Madam, you must come to your vncle, yonders old
    coile at home, it is prooued my Lady Hero hath bin falsely ac-
    cusde, the Prince and Claudio mightily abusde, and Don Iohn
    2515is the author of all, who is fled and gone: will you come pre-
    Beat. Will you go heare this newes signior?
    Bene. I will liue in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in
    thy eies: and moreouer, I wil go with thee to thy vncles.