Act 1, Scene 1

  1. Beatrice:

    I wonder that you will still be talking, Signor Benedick,
    nobody marks you.

  2. Benedick:

    What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?

  3. Beatrice:

    Is it possible Disdain should die while she hath such
    meet food to feed it as Signor Benedick? Courtesy itself [100]
    must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence.

  4. Benedick:

    Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved
    of all ladies, only you excepted, and I would I could
    find in my heart that I had not a hard heart, for truly I
    love none.                                                [105]

  5. Beatrice:

    A dear happiness to women, they would else have been
    troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold
    blood, I am of your humour for that. I had rather hear
    my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.

  6. Benedick:

    God keep your ladyship still in that mind! So some       [110]
    gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate scratched face.

  7. Beatrice:

    Scratching could not make it worse an 'twere such a
    face as yours were.

  8. Benedick:

    Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.          [115]

  9. Beatrice:

    A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

  10. Benedick:

    I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and
    so good a continuer. But keep your way, i' God's name,
    I have done.

  11. Beatrice:

    You always end with a jade's trick. I know you of old.  [120]