Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at my
hands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice.
BENEDICK
Please Margaret, help me write this poem for Beatrice.
MARGARET
Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty?
MARGARET
Afterward, will you write a sonnet for me, praising my
beauty?
BENEDICK
In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come
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over it, for in most comely truth thou deservest it.
BENEDICK
I'll write you such a glorious sonnet, Margaret, that
no man will ever be able to come over it. You certainly deserve it.*
MARGARET
To have no man come over me! Why, shall I always keep
below stairs?
MARGARET
No man will come over me
! What a life that would be!
BENEDICK
Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth; it
catches.
BENEDICK
Your wit is as quick as a greyhound's
jaws—it catches whatever it goes after.
MARGARET
And yours as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit but
hurt
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not.
MARGARET
And your wit is as blunt as a practice sword, with its dull tip;
it hits people but doesn't hurt them.
BENEDICK
A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt a woman. And
so, I pray thee, call Beatrice. I give thee the bucklers.
BENEDICK
It's just that my wit is very gentlemanly, Margaret,
and refuses to hurt a woman. Now please, tell Beatrice to come out.
I admit defeat; I give you the bucklers
.
MARGARET
Give us the swords; we have bucklers of our own.
MARGARET
No, you should give a woman your sword—we have our own bucklers
!
BENEDICK
If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with
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a vice, and they are dangerous weapons for maids.
BENEDICK
Watch out, though, Margaret—virgins
shouldn't be brandishing their bucklers around.
MARGARET
Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I think hath legs.
MARGARET
I'll go get Beatrice for you, who can walk here by
herself—she has legs.
