How, how I pray you? You amaze me. I wouldhave thought her spirit had been invincible againstall assaults of affection.
I should think this a gull but that thewhite-bearded fellow speaks it. Knavery cannot,sure, hide himself in such reverence.
I would have sworn it had, my lord, especiallyagainst Benedick.
’Tis true indeed, so your daughter says. “ShallI,” says she, “that have so oft encountered him withscorn, write to him that I love him?”
Hath she made her affection known toBenedick?
This says she now when she is beginning towrite to him, for she’ll be up twenty times a night,and there will she sit in her smock till she have writa sheet of paper. My daughter tells us all.
No, and swears she never will. That’s hertorment.
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