about Nothing.
26332506Bene. Why then your vncle, and the prince, and Claudio,
26342507Haue beene deceiued, they
swore you did.
26362509Bene. Troth no, no more then rea
son.
26372510Beat. Why then my co
sin Margaret and Vr
sula
26382511Are much deceiu'd, for they did
sweare you did.
26392512Bene. They
swore that you were almo
st sicke for me.
26402513Beat. They
swore that you were welnigh dead for me.
26412514Bene. Tis no
such matter, then you do not loue me.
26422515Beat. No truly, but in friendly recompence.
26432516Leon. Come co
sin, I am
sure you loue the gentleman.
26442517Clau. And ile be
sworne vpon't, that he loues her,
26452518For heres a paper written in his hand,
26462519A halting
sonnet of his owne pure braine,
26492522Writ in my co
sins hand,
stolne from her pocket,
26502523Containing her a
ffe
ction vnto Benedicke.
26512524Bene. A miracle, heres our owne hands again
st our hearts:
26522525come, I will haue thee, but by this light I take thee for pittie.
26542526Beat. I would not denie you, but by this good day, I yeeld
26552527vpon great per
swa
sion, and partly to
saue your life, for I was
26562528told, you were in a con
sumption.
26572529Leon. Peace I will
stop your mouth.
26582530Prince How do
st thou Benedicke the married man?
26592531Bene. Ile tel thee what prince: a colledge of witte-crackers
26602532cannot
flout me out of my humour, do
st thou think I care for
26612533a Satyre or an Epigramme? no, if a man will be beaten with
26622534braines, a
shall weare nothing han
some about him: in briefe,
26632535since I doe purpo
se to marrie, I will think nothing to anie pur
- 26642536po
se that the world can
saie again
st it, and therfore neuer
flout
26652537at me, for what I haue
said again
st it: for man is a giddie thing,
26662538and this is my conclu
sion: for thy part Claudio, I did thinke
26672539to haue beaten thee, but in that thou art like to be my kin
sman,
26682540liue vnbrui
sde, and loue my cou
sen.
26702541Clau. I had wel hopte thou would
st haue denied Beatrice,
26712542that I might haue cudgelld thee out of thy
single life, to make
thee