In my chamber window lies a book: bring it hither to me in the orchard.
I am here already, sir.
I know that, but I would have thee hence and here again.
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Come hither, Leonato. What was it you told me of today? That your niece Beatrice was in love with signior Benedick?
I did never think that lady would have loved any man.
Most wonderful that she should dote on signior Benedick.
Is't possible? Sits the wind in that corner?
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This can be no trick: theconference was sadly borne. They have the truth ofthis from Hero. They seem to pity the lady: itseems her affections have their full bent. Love me!why, it must be requited. I hear how I am censured:they say I will bear myself proudly, if I perceivethe love come from her; they say too that she willrather die than give any sign of affection. I didnever think to marry: I must not seem proud: happyare they that hear their detractions and can putthem to mending.
I may chance have someodd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me,because I have railed so long against marriage: butdoth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meatin his youth that he cannot endure in his age.Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets ofthe brain awe a man from the career of his humour?No, the world must be peopled. When I said I woulddie a bachelor, I did not think I should live till Iwere married. Here comes Beatrice. By this day!she's a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love inher.