DON PEDRO
And so will he do; for the man doth fear God, howsoever it seems not in him by some large jests he will
make. Well I am sorry for your niece. Shall we go seek Benedick, and tell him of her love? CLAUDIO
Never tell him, my lord: let her wear it out with good counsel. LEONATO
Nay, that's impossible: she may wear her heart out first. DON PEDRO
Well, we will hear further of it by your daughter: let it cool the while. I love Benedick well; and I could wish
he would modestly examine himself, to see how much he is unworthy so good a lady. LEONATO
My lord, will you walk? dinner is ready. CLAUDIO
If he do not dote on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation. DON PEDRO
Let there be the same net spread for her; and that must your daughter and her gentlewomen carry. The sport
will be, when they hold one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such matter: that's the scene that I
would see, which will be merely a dumb-show. Let us send her to call him in to dinner.
Exeunt DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and LEONATO BENEDICK
[Coming forward] This can be no trick: the conference was sadly borne. They have the truth of this from
Hero. They seem to pity the lady: it seems her affections have their full bent. Love me! why, it must be
requited. I hear how I am censured: they say I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from
her; they say too that she will rather die than give any sign of affection. I did never think to marry: I must
not seem proud: happy are they that hear their detractions and can put them to mending. They say the
lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous; 'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for
loving me; by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly
in love with her. I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have
railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he
cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from
the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not
think I should live till I were married. Here comes Beatrice. By this day! she's a fair lady: I do spy some
marks of love in her.
Enter BEATRICE BEATRICE
Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.
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