I learn in this letter that Don Pedro of Aragon comes this night to Messina
Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence
I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick. Nobody marks you.
What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
Benedick, didst thou not the daughter of Singor Lenanato?
I noted her not, but I looked on her.
I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love.
With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord, not with love. Prove that I ever lose more blood with love than I will get again with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen, and hang me up at the door of a brothel-house for the sign of blind Cupid.
No child but Hero,: she's his only heir. Dost thou affect her, Claudio?
Hath Leonato any son, my lord?
How sweetly you do minister to love, That know love’s grief by his complexion! But lest my liking might too sudden seem,I would have salved it with a longer treatise.
What need the bridge much broader than the flood The fairest grant is the necessity. Look what will serve is fit. 'Tis once, thou lovest, And I will fit thee with the remedy. I know we shall have reveling tonight. I will assume thy part in some disguise And tell fair Hero I am Claudio, And in her bosom I’ll unclasp my heart And take her hearing prisoner with the force And strong encounter of my amorous tale. Then after to her father will I break, And the conclusion is, she shall be thine. In practice let us put it presently.