Act 2 Flashcards

1
Q

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Are not you Signor Benedick?

A

You know me well, I am he.

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2
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Signor, you are very near my brother In his love. He Is enamoured on Hero. I pray you dissuade him from her. She is no equal for his birth. You may do the part of an honest man in It.

A

How know you he loves her?

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3
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Come, let us to the banquet. (EX all but Claudio)

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Thus answer I in name of Benedick,
But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. ‘Tis certain so; the Prince woos for himself. Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues.
Let every eye negotiate for itself,
And trust no agent; for beauty Is a witch
Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. This Is an accident of hourly proof, Which I mistrusted not. Farewell, therefore, Hero.

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4
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Count Claudio?

A

Yay, the same.

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5
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Come, will you go with me?

A

Whither?

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6
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Even to the next willow, the Prince hath got your Hero.

A

I wish him joy of her.

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7
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Why that’s spoken like an honest drover; so they sell bullocks. But did you think the Prince would have served you thus?

A

I pray you leave me.

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8
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Ho, now you strike like the blind man. ‘Twas the boy that stole your meat, and you’ll beat the post.

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If it will not be, I’ll leave you.

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9
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Why, how now, Count Claudio, wherefore are you sad?

A

Not sad my lord.

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10
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How then, sick?

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Neither my lord.

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11
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Speak count, ‘tis your cue.

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Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours. I give away myself for you, and dote upon the exchange.

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12
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Yea, my lord. I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care. My cousin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart.

A

And so she doth cousin.

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13
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Count Claudio, when mean you to go to church?

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Tomorrow my lord. Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

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14
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My lord, I am for you, though it cost me ten nights’ watchings.

A

And I my lord.

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15
Q

Come, shall we hear this music?

A

Yay my good lord. How still the evening is, as hushed on purpose to grace harmony.

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16
Q

See you where Benedick hath hid himself?

A

O very well my lord. The music ended, we’ll fit the hid fox with a penny-worth.

17
Q

Come hither, Leonato. What was it you told me of today, that your niece Beatrice was in love with Signor Benedick?

A

O, ay, stalk on stalk on, the fowl sits. I did never think that lady would have loved any man.

18
Q

Maybe she doth but counterfeit.

A

Faith Like Enough.

19
Q

Why, what effects of passion shows she?

A

Bait the hook well, the fish will bite.

20
Q

What effects my lord? She will sit you. You heard my daughter tell you how.

A

She did indeed.

21
Q

I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it. Knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverance.

A

He hath taken th’iunfection. Hold it up.

22
Q

No, and swears she never will. That’s her torment.

A

‘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?

23
Q

O she tore the letter into a thousand half-pence, railed at herself that she should be so immodest to write that she knew would flout her.

A

Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses, “O sweet Benedick! God give me patience”

24
Q

It were good that Benedick knew of it by some other, if she will not discover it.

A

To what end? He would make but a sport of it and torment the poor lady worse.

25
Q

An he should, it were alms to hang him. She’s an excellent sweet lady and, out of all suspicion, she is virtuous.

A

And she is exceedingly wise.

26
Q

Were it good, think you?

A

Hero thinks surely she will die; for she says she will die if he loves her not, and she will die ere she makes her love known, and she will die if he woo her, rather than she will bate one breath of her accustomed crossness.

27
Q

He doth indeed show some sparks that are like wit. Shall we go seek Benedick and tell him of her love?

A

Never tell him, my lord. Let her wear it out with good counsel.

28
Q

My lord, will you walk? Dinner is ready.

A

If he do not dote on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.