Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 500 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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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 us of. O when she had writ it, & 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 but make 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 he 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 crossness. 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. 'Fore 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 known to Benedicke? No, and ſweares ſhe neuer will, that's 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 ſhee now when ſhee is beginning to write to him, for ſhee'll be vp twenty times a night, and there will ſhe ſit in her ſmocke, till ſhe haue writ a ſheet of paper: my daughter tells vs all. Now you talke of a ſheet of paper, I remember a pretty ieſt your daughter told vs of. O when ſhe had writ it, & 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 ſhee knew would flout her: I meaſure him, ſaies ſhe, by my owne ſpirit, for I ſhould flout him if hee writ to mee, yea though I loue him, I ſhould. Then downe vpon her knees ſhe falls, weepes, ſobs, beates her heart, teares her hayre, praies, 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 ſomtime afeard ſhe 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 but make a ſport of it, and torment the poore Lady worſe. And he ſhould, it were an almes to hang him, ſhee's an excellent ſweet 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 bloud combating in ſo tender a body, we haue ten proofes to one, that bloud hath the victory, I am ſorry for her, as I haue iuſt cauſe, being her Vncle, and her Guardian. I would ſhee had beſtowed this dotage on mee, I would haue daft all other reſpects, and made her halfe my ſelfe: I pray you tell Benedicke of it, and heare what he will ſay. Were it good thinke you? Hero thinkes ſurely ſhe wil die, for ſhe ſaies ſhe will die, if hee loue her not, and ſhee will die ere ſhee make her loue knowne, and ſhe will die if hee wooe her, rather than ſhee will bate one breath of her accuſtomed croſſeneſſe. She doth well, if ſhe ſhould make tender of her loue, 'tis very poſſible hee'l ſcorne it, for the man (as you know all) hath a contemptible ſpirit. He is a very proper man. He hath indeed a good outward happines. 'Fore God, and in my minde very wiſe. He doth indeed ſhew ſome ſparkes that are like wit. And I take him to be valiant.