Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 500 words
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He hath ta'en th' infection, hold it up. Hath she made her affection known to Benedick? No, and swears she never will, that's her torment. 'tis true indeed, so your daughter says: shall I, says she, that have so oft encountered him with scorn, writ to him that I love him? 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. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a pretty jest your daughter told of us. O when she had writ it, and was reading it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice between the sheet. That. O she tore the letter into a thousand halfpennies, railed at herself, that she should be so immodest to write, to one that she knew would flout her, I measure him, says she, by my own spirit, for I should flout him, if he writ to me, yea though I love him I should. Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses, O sweet Benedick, God give me patience. She doth indeed, my daughter says so, and the ecstasy hath so much overborne her, that my daughter is sometime afeard she will do a desperate outrage to herself, it is very true. It were good that Benedick knew of it by some other, if she will not discover it. To what end: he would make but a sport of it, and torment the poor Lady worse. And he should, it were an alms to hang him she's an excellent sweet lady, and (out of all suspicion,) she is virtuous. And she is exceeding wise. In every thing but in loving Benedick. O my Lord, wisdom and blood combating in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that blood hath the victory, I am sorry for her, as I have just cause, being her uncle, and her guardian. I would she had bestowed this dotage on me, I would have daft all other respects, and made her half myself: I pray you tell Benedick of it, and hear what a will say. Were it good think you? Hero thinks surely she will die, for she says she will die, if he love her not, and she will die ere she make her love known, and she will die if he woo her rather than she will bate one breath of her accustomed crosnesse. She doth well, if she should make tender of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn it, for the man (as you know all) hath a contemptible spirit. He is a very proper man. He hath indeed a good outward happiness. Before God, and in my mind, very wise. He doth indeed show some sparks that are like wit. And I take him to be valiant.
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He hath tane th' infection, hold it vp. Hath shee made her affection knowne to Benedicke? No, and sweares shee neuer will, thats her torment. Tis true indeed, so your daughter saies: shall I, saies she, that haue so oft encountred him with scorne, write to him that I loue him? This saies she now when she is beginning to write to him, for sheel be vp twenty times a night, and there will she sit in her smocke til she haue writ a sheete of paper: my daughter tels vs all. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a prety iest your daughter told of vs. O when she had writ it, and was reading it ouer, she found Benedicke and Beatrice betweene the sheete. That. O she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence, raild at her self, that she should be so immodest to write, to one that she knew would flout her, I measure him, saies she, by my own spirit, for I should flout him, if he writ to me, yea thogh I loue him I should. Then downe vpon her knees she falls, weepes, sobs, beates her heart, teares her haire, prayes, curses, O sweet Benedicke, God giue me patience. She doth indeed, my daughter saies so, and the extasie hath so much ouerborne her, that my daughter is sometime afeard shee will doe a desperate out-rage to her selfe, it is very true. It were good that Benedicke knew of it by some other, if she will not discouer it. To what end: he would make but a sport of it, and torment the poore Lady worse. And he should, it were an almes to hang him shees an excellent sweete lady, and (out of all suspition,) she is vertuous. And she is exceeding wise. In euery thing but in louing Benedicke. O my Lord, wisedome and blood combating in so tender a body, we haue ten proofes to one, that bloud hath the victory, I am sory for her, as I haue iust cause, beeing her vncle, and her gardian. I would shee had bestowed this dotage on mee, I would haue daft all other respects, and made her halfe my self: I pray you tell Benedicke of it, and heare what a will say. Were it good thinke you? Hero thinkes surely she will die, for she sayes shee will die, if he loue her not, and shee will die ere shee make her loue knowne, and she will die if he wooe her rather than shee will bate one breath of her accustomed crosnese. She doth well, if shee shoulde make tender of her loue, tis very possible heele scorne it, for the man (as you know all) hath a contemptble spirite. He is a very proper man. He hath indeede a good outward happines. Before God, and in my mind, very wise. Hee dooth indeede shew some sparkes that are like wit. And I take him to be valiant.