She were an excellent wife for Benedict.
O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married,
they would talk themselves mad.
County Claudio, when mean you to go to church?
To-morrow, my lord: time goes on crutches till love
have all his rites.
Not till Monday, my dear son, which is hence a just
seven-night; and a time too brief, too, to have all
answer my mind.
Come, you shake the head at so long a breathing:
but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the time shall not go
by us. I will in the interim undertake one of
Hercules' labours; which is, to bring Signior
Benedick and the
Lady Beatrice into a mountain of
affection the one with the other. I would fain have
it a match, and I doubt
not but to fashion it, if
you three will but minister such assistance as I
shall give you direction.
My lord, I am for you, though it cost me ten
And I, my lord.
And you too, gentle Hero?
I will do any modest office, my lord, to help my
cousin to a good husband.
And Benedick is not the unhopefullest husband that
I know. Thus far can I praise him; he is of a noble
of approved valour and confirmed honesty. I
will teach you how to humour your cousin, that she
in love with Benedick; and I, with your
two helps, will so practise on Benedick that, in
despite of his quick
wit and his queasy stomach, he
shall fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do this,
Cupid is no longer an
archer: his glory shall be
ours, for we are the only love-gods. Go in with me,
and I will tell you my drift.
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