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LEONATO Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your
80Grace, for trouble being gone, comfort should remain, but
when you depart from me, sorrow abides and happiness
takes his leave.
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LEONATO You are never trouble to this house, your Grace. It’s
comforting when trouble departs. But when
you leave, you take happiness with
you and leave sorrow in its place.
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DON PEDRO You embrace your charge too willingly. I think this is your
daughter.
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DON PEDRO You take up your duties too cheerfully.
(turning to
HERO) This must be your
daughter.
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LEONATO
85Her mother hath many times told me so.
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LEONATO That’s what her mother always tells me.
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BENEDICK Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her?
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BENEDICK Did you doubt that she was your daughter, since you had to ask her
mother?
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LEONATO Signor Benedick, no, for then were you a child.
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LEONATO
(teasing) Of course not, Signior
Benedick. You were only a child when my daughter was born, and not
yet old enough to seduce my wife.
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DON PEDRO You have it full, Benedick. We may guess by this what you
are, being a man. Truly, the lady fathers herself.—Be
90happy, lady, for you are like an honorable father.
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DON PEDRO Ah, he got you back, Benedick! Leonato clearly knows your
reputation with women. Seriously, though, the lady resembles Leonato
so much that there can be no doubt about who her father is.
Congratulations, lady: you resemble a most honorable man.
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LEONATO and DON
PEDRO move to one side, still talking
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LEONATO and DON
PEDRO move to one side, still talking.
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BENEDICK If Signor Leonato be her father, she would not have his
head on her shoulders for all Messina, as like him as she
is.
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BENEDICK Well, even if he is her father, I’m sure she
wouldn’t want to have the head of the old man on her
shoulders!
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BEATRICE I wonder that you will still be talking, Signor Benedick.
Nobody marks you.
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BEATRICE I’m amazed you’re still talking, Signior
Benedick. No one’s listening to you.
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BENEDICK
95What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
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BENEDICK Look, it’s my dear Lady Disdain! Aren’t you
dead yet?
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