Much Ado About Nothing

Beatrice: Then there was a star danced and under that was I born. Benedick: I would my horse had the speed of your tongue. Benedick: The world must be peopled! Don Pedro: I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love. Benedick: With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord. Not with love. Claudio: Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much. Don Pedro: Will you have me, lady? Beatrice: No, my lord, unless I might have another for working days. Your grace is too costly to wear everyday. Claudio: Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love. Claudio: Done to death by slanderous tongues, was the Hero that here lies: Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, gives her fame which never dies. So the life that died with shame lives in death with glorious fame. Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny. Beatrice: It is possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signor Benedick? Beatrice: Against my will, I am sent to bid you come into dinner. Benedick: Fair Beatrice, thank you for your pains. Beatrice: I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me. If it had been painful, I would not have come. Benedick: You take pleasure then in the message? Beatrice: Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point. You have no stomach, signor? Fare you well. Benedick: Ha! "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. Beatrice: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. Don John: I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace...If I had my mouth, I WOULD BITE! If I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am and SEEK NOT TO ALTER ME! Don Pedro of Aragon: Officers, what offense have these men done? Dogberry: Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly; they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. Dogberry: Thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this. Dogberry: Are you good men and true? All: Yea! Dogberry: Being chosen for the Prince's watch. This is your charge: You are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name. Francis Seacole: How if a' will not stand? Dogberry: Why, then take no note of him, but let him go. Verges: If he will not stand when he is bidden, he is none of the prince's subjects. Dogberry: True! and we are to meddle with none but the prince's subjects. You shall also make no noise in the streets. George Seacole: We will rather sleep than talk. Dogberry: Why, you speak like an ancient and most quiet watchman, for I cannot see how sleeping should offend. ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~