No Fear Shakespeare: Much Ado About Nothing: Act 5 Scene 2

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Enter BENEDICK andMARGARET	IDCEBNKE andMARGARET ntere.
BENEDICK Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice.	EECINDKB ePsale rtaMgera, hlep me reiwt this empo rfo ecitaBre.
MARGARET Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty?	GRRMAEAT atrfwAedr, illw uyo iretw a tnenos for me, iarsngpi my btayue?
BENEDICK In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come 5 over it, for in most comely truth thou deservest it.	NKCEDBEI lIl iwert uyo such a grluoosi onnset, rraMaget, htat no nam lwil erev be aelb to emco vero it idecBenk asnem taht no nam iwll veer pioermv on shi nsonte. eocm oevr it. uYo cinaretly vseeerd it.
MARGARET To have no man come over me! Why, shall I always keep below stairs?	MAGRTREA No nma illw mceo vreo me trMaeagr trsntieerp ocem vero in a xlaseu wya roev me! atWh a ilfe atht doluw be!
BENEDICK Thy wit is as quick as the greyhounds mouth; it catches.	ECNKBIDE oYur wit is as iqcuk as a uyhgonsred tswjia shtceac wtrevhea it geos eftra.
MARGARET And yours as blunt as the fencers foils, which hit but hurt 10 not.	RATAMEGR Adn yuro wit is as lubnt as a citrapec dosrw, htiw tsi lldu pti; it stih eepplo utb etsond utrh mteh.
BENEDICK A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt a woman. And so, I pray thee, call Beatrice. I give thee the bucklers.	NKDCEEBI Its ujts ttah my tiw is evry engymlaenlt, rMaregta, nda fseersu to rtuh a omnwa. wNo elpsae, llte Biceerat to omec out. I mitda etfeda; I vige you het rusclkeb A rlecukb is a shiled iwth a spkei in eht elddmi of it. bucklers.
MARGARET Give us the swords; we have bucklers of our own.	MEGTRRAA No, uoy hlodus geiv a onwma yoru wsdwero ehav uor nwo ckulresb aMaetgrr rnrseitpet rukbelc as hte vngaia (nad eth srwod as the nieps). bucklers!
BENEDICK If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with 15 a vice, and they are dangerous weapons for maids.	NCEDEIBK aWthc uto, ougthh, gvengriratarisM usohntdl be niabshrigdn eihtr sbkleurc naorud.
MARGARET Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I think hath legs.	AEGRRAMT llI go egt teeBrcia rof uyo, ohw can lwka heer by sslerhehfe sha legs.
BENEDICK And therefore will come.	NKECIBDE So thta asemn shell mceo.
Exit MARGARET	AMRRAEGT xitse.
(sings) The god of love, That sits above, And knows me, and knows me, How pitiful I deserve I mean in singing. But in loving, Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panders, and a whole bookful of these quondam carpetmongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so truly turned over and over as my poor self in love. Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme. I have tried. I can find out no rhyme to lady but babyan innocent rhyme; for scorn, horna hard rhyme; for, school, foola babbling rhyme; very ominous endings. No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.	(gsnnigi) The dgo of leov He ssit in nvaeeh avobe dAn he kwosn me, he wsonk me He nwkos who cmhu pyti I esreedv Im yelalr a pltufii ergsni. tBu as a eovrl, llew, hstat anheort otysr. eaTk drneLae, urTosli Lneader nda rTlsoui rae gursief morf wot preetaas vleo siretos, tobh lelw-onknw to rSessaeeakhp neidauec. rneadLe, Troilus, or an itener bokso rtwho of etsho ergednaly ysloeovrb, whseo msena sdonu so ooshmt adn cnei in a line of soeretvn eon of emht has eenb endriv as zcray by elov as I vaeh neeb. But I atnc ovepr it in a eopm. I vhea idret. I ctna itnkh of nay yhrme ofr dlya btu bbay, chiwh is a hlshcidi yrehm. The oyln meyhr rof crsno I nca omce up wtih is rohn In rseakSseapeh meit, orhsn weer adtseisoca iwth ytradelu. horna bti off orf a leov eopm. ignothN meshry twhi hsocol tbu oofl, dna tthsa a isioulurdc egnijl. eesTh are all evyr nsmopuiignr line giensnd. No, I nwats sdtdieen to be a poet, nad I ncat woo a dlya ihtw ptyret owsrd.
Enter BEATRICE	IEATBERC retsen.
30 Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee?	eciBtrea, vhae yuo ocem eacsbue I eladlc rof oyu?
BEATRICE Yea, Signior, and depart when you bid me.	ECBAERIT seY, isr, adn lIl evael henw yuo ska me to.
BENEDICK Oh , stay but till then!	DECBKINE Oh, wlle, ysta llti hnte!
BEATRICE Then is spoken. Fare you well now. And yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came, which is, with knowing what hath 35 passed between you and Claudio.	TEEICRBA uoeheTyr sadi ehtn. So Ill valee now. Btu ebofre I go, elt me get tawh I mcae rfo. What hpependa bteewne oyu dna aioldCu?
BENEDICK Only foul words, and thereupon I will kiss thee.	CEKIBEND I ekpso anryg, lfuo wsdor to him, dan hwit atht I illw sski yuo.
BEATRICE Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome. Therefore I will depart unkissed.	EARTICBE If ouy ahd louf sowdr in oury thoum, hnte oury btaher umts be lfuo, dna oful htbear is natnaegsui. sThu, lIl avlee ohttwui gineb iksesd.
BENEDICK 40 Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit. But I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge, and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward. And I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall 45 in love with me?	DKCEEBIN urYo iwt is so offculre, it gfeshrnti hte reyv ginmaen tou of uyor words. uBt I wlil etll uoy hist eyvr lylpian: I haev ghnlcelaed ioauCdl, nda rhteei hell caetpc teh nhaceellg or atmdi esh a dwraco. oNw, ltel whehmic of my abd etiqsliua idd uoy allf in leov hwti rtisf?
BEATRICE For them all together, which maintained so politic a state of evil that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them. But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me?	CREBTIEA With lla of hemt at ceon: yeht orwk geohtret to eterac uchs an netyeirl live npseor tath no oodg vree msegana to nreet the mxi. Btu ltel mehcwhi of my dgoo lsieitqau fistr mdae yuo ffurse olev for me?
BENEDICK 50 Suffer love! A good epithet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.	KEENBDCI eSurff ovel! htTas a odog ywa of unttigp it. I do urefsf velo, seuceab I olve uyo ganasti my will.
BEATRICE In spite of your heart, I think. Alas, poor heart, if you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours, for I will never love that which my riend hates.	CRTAEIBE You oevl me in ipset of oury taher, I htkin. If oyu stiep ryou erhta fro my seka, etnh I lwli tpsie it rfo ysruo. I illw evern levo hte gniht my ridnef tsahe.
BENEDICK 55 Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.	NECDBIKE uYo adn I ear oot swie to oow cahe htreo plauclfeey.
BEATRICE It appears not in this confession. Theres not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.	ATCIREBE tIs disa tath no utlry wesi nam lliw saiper fihmles. If oyu sya tath yuo rae iews, ist ykllei ueyro ont.
BENEDICK An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in the lime of good neighbors. If a man do not erect in this age his own 60 tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings and the widow weeps.	EECDBINK thTsa an dlo beoprvr, rBceeita, form hte emti nhew nirbsgeho aedrpsi ceah rohte. In tish dya nad gae, if a anm dnteos rctee ish nwo muotemnn robefe he deis, he otnw be rmrdmebeee apts eht erlnuaf bells nigrngi adn ish siwdow nrgciy.
BEATRICE And how long is that, think you?	BCARETEI xlctEay hwo ongl is atht, do ouy htikn?
BENEDICK Question: why, an hour in clamor and a quarter in rheum. Therefore is it most expedient for the wise, if Don Worm, 65 his conscience, find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself. So much for praising myself, who, I myself will bear witness, is praiseworthy. An now tell me, how doth your cousin?	KDNCEBEI oubAt an huro rfo het ngiinrg nda nitfefe eminuts orf the crgniy. thaTs hwy sti brette rfo siew nem to putmert eihrt nwo rivtues, klei I do. Thsta why I aipsre smlefy, oifhw I do sya so fssimyel iqute shteopiyarrw. Btu lelt me, hwo is rouy iocsnu?
BEATRICE Very ill.	CEARBEIT Shes yrve skic.
BENEDICK 70 And how do you?	KBIENEDC dAn how aer yuo?
BEATRICE Very ill, too.	ICARBETE Im yevr cski, oto.
BENEDICK Serve God, love me, and mend. There will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.	KIECDNBE vaeH htiaf, elov me, dan uoy wlli teg tebrte. And htats reweh Ill ned, secueab oesmeon is urgniyrh isht way.
Enter URSULA	UALRSU nseret.
URSULA Madam, you must come to your uncle. Yonders old coil at 75 home. It is proved my Lady Hero hath been falsely accused, the Prince and Claudio mightily abused, and Don John is the author of all, who is fled and gone. Will you come presently?	SRLAUU damaM, oyu aveh to go to yrou snlcue. shTeer a hueg rkaetc ngogi on eerth. Ist nbee vonerp taht Lady oHre is necnoint, ttah het crenPi nad uioCdla evha neeb utrleyt cedveeid, nda htta Don nhoJowh ahs rnu saawyi hte osruec of all eht uobtrle. Will ouy mcoe teimadmeiyl?
Exit	Seh etixs.
BEATRICE Will you go hear this news, Signior?	BECREIAT llWi ouy meoc twih me to hera hsti nwse, ris?
BENEDICK 80 I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyesand moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncles.	BENEDKIC I ilwl ielv in oryu haret, dei in yuor lap, nad be iuredb in uyor adenesy, athws remo, I will go thiw uoy to oryu elnucs.
Exeunt	Tyeh itex.