No Fear Shakespeare
Much Ado About Nothing
Get this No Fear to go!
Act 3, Scene 4, Page 3
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HERO
Why, how now? Do you speak in the sick tune?
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HERO
Why do you sound so odd? Are you ill? You sound out of
tune.
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BEATRICE
I am out of all other tune, methinks.
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BEATRICE
I must be ill—I don’t think I can speak in
any other tune.
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MARGARET
Clap ’s into “Light o'
love.” That goes without a burden.
Do you sing it, and I’ll dance it.
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MARGARET
If it’s a tune we want, let’s sing
“Light on Love!” It’s a light song
and doesn’t require a man to sing the baritone. You sing,
and I’ll dance.
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BEATRICE
Ye light o' love, with your heels! Then, if your
husband
have stables enough, you’ll see he shall lack no
barns.
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BEATRICE
You’re “light on love” sure
enough—your frivolous dancing proves you have light
heels! When you’re married one of these days, if your
husband is rolling in dough, you’ll let him roll in the
hay whenever he wants.
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MARGARET
O illegitimate construction! I scorn that with my heels.
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MARGARET
Never! I reject that life; I kick it away with my heels.
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BEATRICE
'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin.
'Tis time you were ready.
By my troth, I am exceeding ill. Heigh-ho!
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BEATRICE
(to
HERO) It’s almost five
o'clock, cousin. You should be ready by now. Oh, I really
don’t feel well. Heigh-ho!
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MARGARET
For a hawk, a horse, or a husband?
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MARGARET
Are you sighing for a hawk, a horse, or a husband?
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BEATRICE
For the letter that begins them all, H.
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BEATRICE
I have an ache; I’m sighing for the letter that begins
all those words.
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MARGARET
Well, an you be not turned Turk, there’s no more
sailing by
the star.
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MARGARET
Well, if you haven’t renounced your old faith yet, we can’t trust anything
anymore.
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BEATRICE
What means the fool, trow?
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BEATRICE
What does the fool mean by that, I wonder?
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MARGARET
Nothing, I; but God send everyone their heart’s
desire.
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MARGARET
I don’t mean anything—but God sends everyone
their heart’s desire.
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HERO
These gloves the Count sent me, they are an excellent
perfume.
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HERO
The Count sent me an excellent pair of perfumed gloves.
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