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Much Ado About Nothing (1993) Much Ado About Nothing is a film adaptation of William Shakespeare's renowned comedic play.

Much Ado About Nothing (1993)

Much Ado About Nothing is a film adaptation of William Shakespeare's renowned comedic play. Directed by Kenneth Branagh, it was released in 1993. Branagh also starred in the film, portraying the character of Benedick. The cast includes several notable actors, such as Emma Thompson as Beatrice, Denzel Washington as Don Pedro, Keanu Reeves as Don John, and Kate Beckinsale as Hero.

The story revolves around two pairs of lovers, Beatrice and Benedick, and Hero and Claudio, in the picturesque setting of Tuscany. Deception, misunderstandings, and hilarious antics ensue as two friends play a trick on Beatrice and Benedick, attempting to make them fall in love. Meanwhile, Hero and Claudio must overcome their own obstacles to be together.

The film is praised for its faithful adaptation of Shakespeare's witty dialogue and the beautiful setting of the Renaissance era. With a talented cast delivering memorable performances, Much Ado About Nothing (1993) has become a beloved film for Shakespeare enthusiasts and film lovers alike.

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A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.
A dear happiness to women. They would acquire a pernicious suitor.
A double heart for his single one.
A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, fashioned to Beatrice.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
A third is fled that had a hand in it.
A very dull fool.
Adieu...
Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.
Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.
Ah...
All men are not alike, alas.
All prompting me how fair young Hero is.
All thy tediousness on me?
All women shall pardon me.
Almost the copy of my child that's dead.
An' he had been a dog that should have howled thus, they'd have hanged him.
And a good foot, Uncle, and money enough in his purse.
And a time too brief, too, to have all things answer my mind.
And a whole book full of these quondam carpet mongers
And be you blithe and bonny
And be you blithe and bonny
And be you blithe and bonny
And be you blithe and bonny
And be you blithe and bonny
And be you blithe and bonny
And be you blithe and bonny,
And bid him speak of patience.
And can put them to mending.
And claw no man in his humour.
And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?
And Don John is the author of all,
And every lovely organ of her life shall come apparelled in more precious habit
And for such kind of men,
And half Count John's melancholy in Signior Benedick's face...
And he hath ta'en you newly into his grace,
And he that hath no beard is less than a man.
And her wit values itself so highly, that to her, all matter else seems weak.
And here's another, writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket,
And how do you?
And I believe it better than reportingly!
And I could wish he would modestly examine himself,
And I doubt not but to fashion it, if you will but minister assistance.
And I will make him eat it that says I love not you.
And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart, and take her hearing prisoner
And knows me
And knows me
And let me be vilely painted, Here is good horse to hire.
And now tell me,
And now would he rather hear the tabor and the pipe.
And one on shore
And one on shore
And seek not to alter me.
And seemed I ever otherwise to you?
And she is dead, slandered to death by villains.
And she will die ere she make her love known, and she will die if he woo her.
And since you could not be my son in law,
And sing it to her bones.
And so dies my revenge.
And so I leave you.
And so she doth, cousin.
And so, farewell.
And such a man is Claudio.
And surely as I live... I am a maid.
And tell fair Hero I am Claudio.
And that I had my good wit out of the Hundred Merry Tales.
And the other too like my lady's eldest son evermore tattling.
And then they laugh at him and beat him.
And then with public accusation,
And there will she sit till she have writ a sheet of paper.
And therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it.
And this is my conclusion.
And thought they Margaret was Hero?
And under that was I born.
And upon the grief of this, suddenly died.
And what have I to give you back
And when I lived,
And when you loved...
And wise, but for loving me.
And yet...
And, Benedick, love on!
And, masters, do not forget to specify,
And, there be any matter of weight chances, call up me.
Another is wise, yet I am well. Another virtuous, yet I am well,
Any bar, any cross, any impediment will be medicinable to me.
Are you good men and true?
Are you yet determined today to marry with my brother's daughter?
Are you yet living?
Art thou the slave that with thy tongue hast killed mine innocent child?
As my poor self in love.
As she discovers it.
As strange as the thing I know not.
As to refuse so rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick.
At a word, I am not.
Away! You are an ass!
Ay, and away went Claudio enraged!
Ay, and away went Claudio enraged!
Bait the hook well. This fish will bite!
Be vigitant, I beseech you.
Be yet my nephew.
Because I have railed so long against marriage...
Become the argument of his own scorn by falling in love.
Being chosen for the prince's watch, this is your charge.
Being reconciled to the prince, your brother,
Being that I flow in grief, the smallest twine may lead me.
Benedick, repair to Leonato's.
Beshrew my hand if it should give such cause of fear.
Borachio! What news?
Borachio.
Bring me a father that so loved his child,
But always hath been just and virtuous in anything that I do know by her.
But believe me not, and yet I lie not.
But by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life,
But civil count civil as an orange, and something of that jealous complexion.
But had a rougher task in hand than to drive liking to the name of love.
But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio.
But how many hath he killed?
But I beseech your grace, pardon me.
But I persuaded them, if they loved Benedick,
But in that thou art like to be my kinsman,
But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted.
But it would better fit your honour to change your mind.
But let them go
But let them go,
But my will is your good will may stand with ours this day
But nature never framed a woman's heart of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice.
But now...
But she was charged with nothing but what was true and very full of proof.
But so covertly that no dishonesty shall appear in me.
But speak you this with a sad brow?
But tasting it, their counsel turns to passion.
But that appear here after and e'en better than me, by that I now will manifest.
But that I will hang my bugle in an invisible baldric,
But that my lady Beatrice should know me, and not know me!
But then there was a star danced,
But there is no such man,
But till all graces be in one woman,
But till he hath made an oyster of me, he shall never make me such a fool.
But truly for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king,
But we are the poor duke's officers,
But you should take true root by the fair weather that you make yourself.
By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
By my troth, a good song.
By my troth, it is no addition to her wit,
By my two faiths and troths, I spoke mine.
By the name of Hero!
By this hand, I love thee.
Call her forth, brother. Here's the friar ready.
Call up the right Master Constable.
Can this be true? Stand I condemned for pride and scorn so much?
Can virtue hide itself?
Canst thou so daff me?
Claudio undergoes my challenge, and either I must shortly hear from him...
Come, Balthasar. We'll hear that song again.
Come, bid me do anything for thee.
Come, bind them. Thou naughty varlet!
Come, bring away the plaintiffs.
Come, brother. Away. I will be heard!
Come, cousin. I am sure you love the gentleman!
Come, lady.
Come, lady. You have lost the heart of Signior Benedick.
Come, let them be opinioned.
Come, let us to the banquet.
Come, neighbour.
Come.
Comfort your cousin.
Comfort your cousin.
Confessed the vile encounters they have had a thousand times in secret.
Confirmed! Confirmed!
Containing her affection unto Benedick.
Contempt, farewell! And maiden pride, adieu!
Content yourself. God knows I loved my niece,
Converting all
Converting all
Converting all your sounds of woe
Converting all your sounds of woe
Converting all your sounds of woe
Converting all your sounds of woe
Converting all your sounds of woe...
Count Claudio may hear, for what I would speak of concerns him.
Count Claudio. Come, will you go with me?
Count, take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes.
Courtesy must convert to disdain if you come in her presence.
Daughter, remember what I told you.
Dear my lord, if you in your own proof
Death in guerdon of her wrongs...
Did you think the prince would have served you thus?
Didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato?
Die to live.
Do not live, Hero! Do not open thine eyes!
Do not you love me?
Do you any embassage to the pygmies,
Do, good friend.
Do.
Do.
Doing in the figure of a lamb the feats of a lion!
Don Pedro is approaching!
Done to death
Dost thou affect her, Claudio?
Dost thou not suspect my place?
Dost thou not suspect my years?
Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
Drink some wine ere you go.
Eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure.
Enough.
Examine your conscience.
Exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.
Fair Beatrice! I thank you for your pains.
Fair, or I'll never look on her.
Farewell, therefore, Hero!
Father, will you with free and unconstrained soul
First, of my word.
For I cannot see how sleeping should offend.
For I have heard my daughter say
For I will be horribly in love with her!
For man...
For men can counsel and speak comfort to that grief which they themselves not feel,
For my life, to break with him about Beatrice!
For my Lord Lackbeard there, he and I shall meet.
For my part, I am so attired in wonder, I know not what to say.
For others say thou dost deserve,
For school fool. A babbling rhyme.
For scorn horn. A hard rhyme.
For the man hath a contemptible spirit.
For the wedding being there tomorrow, there is a great coil tonight.
For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.
For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee...
For you were born in a merry hour.
Foul words is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome. I will depart unkissed.
Friendship is constant in all other things
Gallants...
Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience.
Gentlemen... What secret hath held you here that you followed not to Leonato's?
Get you to heaven, Beatrice. Get you to heaven. Here's no place for you maids.
Give her the right you should have given her cousin,
Give her to Count Claudio.
Give me your hand before this holy friar.
Give not this rotten orange to your friend.
Go away!
Go to, mum, you are he. Graces will appear and there's an end.
Go with me, I will tell you my drift.
Go.
Go.
Go.
God give me patience!
God help the noble Claudio.
God keep you still in that mind,
God prohibit it!
God restore you to health.
God save the foundation!
God's my life, where's the sexton?
Good morrow to this fair assembly.
Good morrow, Prince. Good morrow, Claudio. We here attend you.
Good night.
Good old man, sir...
Good Signior Leonato, are you come to meet your trouble?
Ha!
Ha!
Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb,
Hath Leonato any son, my lord?
Hath no man's dagger here a point for me?
Have patience and endure.
Have ta'en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age,
He hath every month a new sworn brother.
He is enamoured on Hero. Dissuade him from her. She is no equal for his birth.
He is in earnest.
He is in love!
He is most in the company of the noble Claudio.
He is no less than a stuffed man.
He is now as valiant as Hercules
He is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad.
He shall kill two of us, and men indeed, but that's no matter let him kill one first.
He shows me where the bachelors sit,
He that hath a beard is more than a youth,
He that is more than a youth is not for me. He that is less than a man, I am not for him.
He was not three leagues off when I left him.
He was wont to speak plain like an honest man and a soldier,
He were an excellent man that were made in the midway between him and Benedick.
He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.
He will hang upon him like a disease!
He would have walked ten mile afoot to see a good armour,
He's of a very melancholy disposition.
He's returned, and as pleasant as ever.
He's the only man of ltaly. Always excepted my dear Claudio.
Hear her at that hour last night,
Hear me a little!
Hear me, Beatrice.
Heavily, heavily
Help us to sigh and groan
Hence from her, let her die!
Her mother hath many times told me so.
Here come the prince and Claudio.
Here comes the prince and Claudio!
Here, Claudio.
Here, here... comes Master Signior Leonato, and the sexton, too.
Here's our own hands against our hearts.
Hero thinks surely she will die, for she says she will die if he love her not,
Hero was in this manner accused,
His glory shall be ours, for we are the only love gods.
His grace hath made the match, and all grace say amen to it.
His only gift is in devising impossible slanders.
His words are a very fantastical banquet,
How answer you for yourselves?
How Don John your brother
How much I am in the favour of Margaret, the waiting gentlewoman to Hero.
How much might the man deserve of me that would right her!
How pitiful I deserve...
How tartly he looks. I never can see him but I am heart burned an hour after.
How you saw me court Margaret...
How, I pray you?
Huddling jest upon jest with impossible conveyance upon me
Huh!
I am a plain dealing villain.
I am engaged.
I am glad that all things sort so well.
I am gone though I am here. There is no love in you.
I am not as I have been.
I am not of many words, but I thank you.
I am not so reputed.
I am now in great haste, as it may appear unto you.
I am returned and that war thoughts have left their places vacant,
I am sick in displeasure to him.
I am your husband...
I answer to that name.
I beseech you, let it be remembered in his punishment.
I bless myself every way.
I can at any instant appoint her to look out at her lady's chamber window.
I can find out no rhyme to lady but... baby. An innocent rhyme.
I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.
I can see yet without spectacles and I see no such matter.
I cannot be a man with wishing,
I cannot bid you bid my daughter live. That were impossible.
I cannot endure my Lady Tongue!
I charge you, in the prince's name, accuse these men.
I charge you, on your souls, to utter it.
I confess nothing nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.
I could find in my heart to bestow it all on your worship.
I could not endure a husband with a beard. I had rather lie in the woollen.
I did never think... to marry.
I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee.
I do embrace your offer...
I do love nothing in the world so well as you.
I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool
I do not like thy look, I promise thee.
I do spy some... marks of love in her.
I do.
I found him here as melancholy as a lodge in a warren.
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace!
I have a good eye, Uncle. I can see a church by daylight.
I have broke with her father, and his good will obtained.
I have deceived even your very eyes.
I have known when there was no music with him but the drum and the fife,
I have tonight wooed Margaret,
I have tried.
I have wooed in thy name...
I hear how I am censured.
I heard him swear his affection.
I hope he be in love.
I humbly give you leave to depart,
I know not how to pray your patience... yet I must speak.
I know not that when he knows what I know.
I know we shall have revelling tonight.
I know you by the waggling of your head.
I know you well enough. You are Signior Antonio.
I learn in this letter
I liked her ere I went to wars.
I looked upon her with a soldier's eye that liked,
I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me
I may sit in a corner and cry, Heigh ho for a husband!
I mean in singing, but in loving,
I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests,
I must discontinue your company.
I must not seem proud. Happy are they that hear their detractions
I must say she is dead.
I never tempted her with word too large...
I pray thee, peace! I will be flesh and blood.
I pray you, how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars?
I say my prayers aloud.
I shall first tell thee how the prince, Claudio and my master,
I shall first tell thee how the prince, Claudio and my master,
I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love.
I should think this a trick, but that the grey bearded fellow speaks it.
I speak not like a dotard nor a fool. I say thou hast belied mine innocent child.
I stand dishonoured that I have gone about to link my dear friend to a common stale.
I talked with no man at that hour, my lord.
I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that.
I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.
I thank you for my daughter's death.
I thank you.
I think your blazon to be true,
I told him, and I think I told him true,
I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me.
I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.
I was not born under a rhyming planet,
I were but little happy if I could say how much.
I will break with her and her father, and thou shalt have her.
I will challenge him.
I will do any modest office to help my cousin to a good husband.
I will fetch you a hair off the great Cham's beard,
I will fetch you a hair off the great Cham's beard,
I will go on the slightest errand now to the Antipodes
I will go to Benedick, and counsel him to fight against his passion.
I will in the interim undertake one of Hercules' labours,
I will keep friends with you, lady!
I will live a bachelor.
I will never love that which my friend hates.
I will owe thee an answer for that.
I will requite thee,
I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.
I would eat his heart in the market place!
I would fain have it a match,
I would fain know what you have to say.
I would he had boarded me.
I would my horse had the speed of your tongue.
I would rather have one of your father's getting.
I'll be sworn upon it that he loves her, for here written in his hand,
I'll devise the brave punishments for him.
I'll mourn with Hero.
I'll tell thee what, Prince,
I'll whip you from your foining fence, yea, as I am a gentleman, I will.
If ever the sensible Benedick bear it,
If he could get her good will.
If he do not dote on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.
If he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him 1 ,000 pounds ere he be cured.
If he will not stand when he is bidden, he is none of the prince's subjects.
If her breath were as terrible as her terminations,
If Hero would be my wife.
If I had my liberty, I would do my liking.
If I had my mouth, I would bite.
If it had been painful, I would not have come.
If it proves so, then loving goes by haps.
If quarrelling could right him, men would lay low.
If the prince do solicit you in that kind, you will know your answer.
If they be misled in this, it is by John the bastard.
If they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad.
If they wrong her honour, the proudest of them shall well hear of it.
If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it.
If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee
If we can do this, Cupid is no longer an archer.
If when I have heard it,
If you have any inward impediment why you should not be conjoined,
If you meet a thief,
If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours.
In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.
In mine eyes she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on.
In spite of your heart, I think. Alas, poor heart.
In the meantime, let me be that I am,
In their rooms come thronging soft and delicate desires,
In this very manner refused,
In this, though I cannot be said to be a flattering, honest man,
In time, the savage bull doth bear the yoke.
In which, good Friar, I shall desire your help.
Incensed me to slander the lady Hero,
Indeed, all disquiet, horror and perturbation follows her.
Into a mountain of affection, the one with the other.
Into hey, nonny, nonny
Into hey, nonny, nonny
Into hey, nonny, nonny
Into hey, nonny, nonny
Into hey, nonny, nonny!
Is it possible disdain should die,
Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wide?
Is not that strange?
Is the opinion I will die in at the stake.
It is proved my lady Hero hath been falsely accused...
It is the base, the bitter disposition of Beatrice
It is very true.
It were as possible for me to say I love nothing so well as you,
It's come to this?
It's possible?
Just so many strange dishes.
Keep your way, in God's name. I have done.
Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?
Lady, as you are mine...
Lady, what man is he you are accused of?
Laugh when I am merry,
Lest I should prove the mother of fools.
Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
Let him write down, The prince's officer coxcomb!
Let me bid you welcome, my lord.
Let me deal in this.
Let the same net be spread for her.
Let the watch come forth.
Let them be, in the hands.
Let them signify under my sign, Here you may see Benedick the married man.
Let us send Beatrice to call him in to dinner.
Let us sit upon the bench till two, and then to bed.
Let's have a dance ere we are married,
Live unbruised,
Live unbruised,
Lmpose me to what penance your invention can lay upon my sin,
Look, here she comes.
Love me?
Love me...
Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme.
Marry, once before he won it of me with false dice.
Marry, sir, we say we are none.
Mass, and my elbow itched. I thought there would a scab follow.
Master Constable, let these men be bound and brought to Leonato's.
Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false names.
Masters, remember I am an ass.
Maybe she doth but counterfeit?
Meet me at the jail.
Men were deceivers ever
Methinks she's too low for a high praise,
Midnight, assist our moan
Moreover, sir, which indeed is not under white and black,
Much more a man who hath any honesty in him.
My cousin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart.
My cousin, Margaret and Ursula are much deceived.
My daughter is sometime afeared that she will do a desperate outrage to herself.
My heart is sorry for your daughter's death,
My lord, for your many courtesies, I thank you.
My lord, I am for you, though it cost me ten nights' watchings.
My lord, when you went onward on this ended action,
My lord, will you walk? Dinner is ready.
My lord.
My soul doth tell me Hero is belied, and that shall Claudio know,
Nay, by my soul, she was not,
Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your grace.
Never to let Beatrice know of it.
No child but Hero. She's his only heir.
No glory lives behind the back of such.
No more than reason.
No, although until last night I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.
No, Leonato!
No, not so, villain. Thou beliest thyself.
No, not till a hot January.
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried.
No, truly, but in friendly recompense.
No!
No!
No?
No.
No. Speak in sober judgement.
None but libertines delight in him, for he both pleases men and angers them.
None, but to desire your good company.
Nor I cannot woo in festival terms.
Nor I neither, but most wonderful that she should dote on Signior Benedick
Nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me,
Not for the wide world.
Not till God make men of some other metal than earth.
Not till Monday, my dear son, which is hence a just seven night,
Not to be married, not to knit my soul to an approved wanton.
Now is he turned orthography.
Now is his soul ravished.
Now will he lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet.
Now you gentlewomen all, withdraw, and when I send for you, come hither masked.
Now, divine air!
Of dumps so dull and heavy
Of dumps so dull and heavy
Of dumps so dull and heavy
Of dumps so dull and heavy
Of dumps so dull and heavy.
Of good discourse, an excellent musician,
Officers, what offence have these men done?
Oh, God of love! I know he doth deserve as much as may be yielded to a man,
Oh, God, sir. Here's a dish I love not.
Oh, God, that I were a man!
Oh, God! Counterfeit?
Oh, stay but till then.
Oh, that he were here to write me down an ass!
Oh, yea!
Oh!
Oh...
On a young Florentine called Claudio!
One foot in sea
One foot in sea
One woman is fair, yet I am well.
One woman shall not come in my grace.
One word more, honest neighbours. I pray you, watch upon Signior Leonato's door,
Only foul words, and thereupon I will kiss thee.
Or a soul.
Or if you cannot, stop his mouth with a kiss, and let not him speak neither.
Or make another curtsy and say, Father, as it please me.
Or would you have me speak as a professed tyrant to their sex?
Our watch have indeed comprehended two auspicious persons.
Out at your window betwixt twelve and one?
Pause awhile, and let my counsel sway you in this case.
Planted by my master Don John,
Pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead,
Pray, thee, fellow, peace.
Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away.
Prince, thou art sad.
Rather than hold three words' conference with this harpy!
Rich she shall be, that's certain.
Round about her tomb they go
Save in the office and affairs of love.
Saw this amiable encounter.
Saying...
Scambling, outfacing, fashion monging boys,
Scratching could not make it worse, an ' twere such a face as yours were.
Secondarily, they are slanders, sixth and lastly, they belied a lady,
Serve God,
Shall be lamented, pitied, and excused of every hearer.
Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?
Shall I speak a word in your ear?
Shall these quips and sentences and paper bullets of the brain
She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband.
She died, my lord, but whiles her slander lived.
She does indeed. My daughter says so.
She dying, as it must be so maintained, upon the instant that she was accused,
She hath often dreamt of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing.
She is never sad but when she sleeps, and not ever then,
She is wronged, she is slandered.
She misused me past the endurance of a block!
She shall be thine.
She shall be thine.
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.
She told me, not thinking I had been myself,
She would infect to the north star.
She would not have her father's head on her shoulders, as like him as she is.
She's but the sign and semblance of her honour.
She's limed, I warrant you.
Should I dress him in my apparel and make him my waiting gentlewoman?
Showed bashful sincerity and comely love.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more
Signior Claudio, Signior Benedick, my dear friend Leonato hath invited you all.
Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you.
Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,
Signior, walk with me. I have studied eight or nine wise words
Signior, where's the count?
Signior, you are very near my brother in his love.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy.
Since summer first was leafy
Since summer first was leafy
Sing it tonight.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Sir, I say to you we are none.
Sleep when I am drowsy, and tend on no man's business.
So away to Saint Peter for the heavens.
So did I, too. He swore he would marry her tonight.
So I would not he should do me, my lord,
So say I. Methinks you are sadder.
So says the prince, and my new trothed lord.
So shall the prince and all that thus dishonour her.
So some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate scratched face.
So will it fare with Claudio. When he shall hear she died upon his words,
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Speak, Count. 'Tis your cue.
Speak, cousin,
Stand thee by, Friar.
Strike up, pipers!
Strike up, pipers!
Such a man would win any woman in the world,
Suffer love! A good epithet, for I love thee against my will.
Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee?
Sweet Hero!
Sweet Hero!
Sweet Prince, you learn me noble thankfulness.
Sweet...
Take their examination yourself and bring it me.
Talk with a man out at a window.
Talk with a ruffian at her window, who hath, most like a liberal villain,
Tears her hair, curses, Oh, sweet Benedick!
Tell Benedick of it, and hear what he will say.
Tell him I will not fail him at supper, for he hath made great preparation.
Tell me, for which of my bad parts did thou first fall in love with me?
Than when she lived indeed.
That a woman conceived me, I thank her.
That Don Pedro of Aragon comes this night to Messina!
That hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman?
That he received 1 ,000 ducats of Don John for accusing the lady Hero wrongfully.
That I neither feel how she should be loved nor know how she should be worthy
That I was disdainful,
That I was duller than a great thaw,
That I was the prince's jester,
That lie and cog, and flout, deprave and slander.
That must Hero and her gentlewoman carry.
That only tells a lie and swears it.
That she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks.
That she were a maid by these exterior shows? But she is none!
That sits above
That the prince should woo Hero for himself, and having obtained her,
That they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them.
That we may lighten our own hearts and our wives' heels.
That you can devise to send me on.
That young start up hath all the glory of my overthrow.
That your grace had got the good will of this young lady.
That your niece Beatrice was in love with Signior Benedick?
That's her torment. She'll be up 20 times a night,
The conference was sadly borne.
The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well,
The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well,
The fraud of men
The fraud of men was ever so
The fraud of men was ever so
The gentleman that danced with her told her she is much wronged by you.
The God of love
The Lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you.
The lady is dead
The lady is disloyal. If you love her now, tomorrow wed her,
The less you meddle or make with them,
The offender did call me ass.
The one is too like an image and says nothing,
The prince and Claudio promised by this hour to visit me.
The prince's fool? Ha!
The sight whereof you had from me, Claudio and the prince.
Then after to her father will I break, and the conclusion is
Then down upon her knees she falls.
Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in Count John's mouth,
Then sigh not so
Then sigh not so
Then sigh not so but let them go
Then sigh not so, but let them go
Then sigh not so, but let them go
Then take no note of him but let him go.
There is a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick and her.
There is some strange misprision in the princes.
There thou speak'st reason. Nay, I will do so.
There was never counterfeit of passion came so near the life of passion
There will the devil meet me like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, and say,
There, Leonato. Take her back again!
There, sir.
There's for thy pains.
There's her cousin, an' she were not possessed with a fury,
Therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
Therefore play, music!
Therefore your grace may well say I have lost it.
They have committed false report, moreover, they have spoken untruths,
They have the truth of this from Hero.
They know that do accuse me. I know none.
They never meet, but there's a skirmish of wit between them.
They say I will bear myself proudly if I perceive the love come from her.
They say the lady is fair. 'Tis a truth. And virtuous. 'Tis so. I cannot reprove it.
They say too that she will rather die than give any sign of affection.
Think not on him till tomorrow.
Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero?
Thirdly, they have verified unjust things, and to conclude, they are lying knaves.
This is an accident of hourly proof, which I mistrusted not.
This learned constable is too cunning to be understood.
This man said that Don John, the prince's brother, was a villain.
This naughty man shall face to face be brought to Margaret,
This wedding day perhaps is but prolonged.
Those that slew thy virgin knight
Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit.
Thou hast killed my child!
Thou thinkest I am in sport. Tell me truly how thou likest her.
Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic in the despite of beauty.
Thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this.
Thou wilt be like a lover presently, and tire the hearer with a book of words.
Thou wilt never get thee a husband if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue.
Though I had sworn the contrary,
Though I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit is false.
Thus answer I in name of Benedick,
Till then...