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Much Ado About Nothing

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LEONATO
What effects, my lord? She will sit you—you heard my
daughter tell you how.
LEONATO
What symptoms, my lord? She will have a seat—you heard my daughter tell you how.

CLAUDIO
She did indeed.
CLAUDIO
Yes, she did tell us.


DON PEDRO
How, how I pray you? You amaze me. I would have thought
her spirit had been invincible against all assaults of affection.
DON PEDRO
Please, please tell me! This is amazing. I would have thought she was invincible against any assault of love.

95
LEONATO
I would have sworn it had, my lord, especially against
Benedick.
LEONATO
I would have sworn that, too, my lord, especially against Benedick.



BENEDICK
(aside) I should think this a gull but that the white-bearded
fellow speaks it. Knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such
reverence.
BENEDICK
(to himself) I would take this as a joke if the old man weren’t saying it. Mischief surely can’t be hiding in such a respectable man.

100
CLAUDIO
(aside to DON PEDRO) He hath ta'en th' infection. Hold it up.
CLAUDIO
(speaking so that only DON PEDROcan hear) We’ve infected him! Keep it up.

DON PEDRO
Hath she made her affection known to Benedick?
DON PEDRO
Has she told Benedick how she feels?

LEONATO
No, and swears she never will. That’s her torment.
LEONATO
No, and she swears she never will. That’s what’s driving her crazy.



105
CLAUDIO
'Tis true indeed, so your daughter says. “Shall I,” says she,
“that have so oft encountered him with scorn, write to him
that I love him?”
CLAUDIO
It’s true, Hero says so. Beatrice asks, “Does it make any sense to write and tell him I love him when I have always treated him with scorn?”




LEONATO
This says she now when she is beginning to write to him, for
she’ll be up twenty times a night, and there will she sit in her
smock till she have writ a sheet of paper. My daughter tells
us all.
LEONATO
She says this as she begins to write the letter. She’ll be getting up twenty times in a night, sitting there in her slip until she’s written a page. My daughter told me everything.

110
CLAUDIO
Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a pretty jest
your daughter told.
CLAUDIO
Now that you speak of paper, I remember a funny story of Hero’s.

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