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Much Ado About Nothing

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 1 Scene 1
No Fear Act 1 Scene 1 Page 5

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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.

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.

DON PEDRO

You embrace your charge too willingly. I think this is your
daughter.

DON PEDRO

You take up your duties too cheerfully. (turning to HERO) This must be your daughter.

LEONATO

85Her mother hath many times told me so.

LEONATO

That’s what her mother always tells me.

BENEDICK

Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her?

BENEDICK

Did you doubt that she was your daughter, since you had to ask her mother?

LEONATO

Signor Benedick, no, for then were you a child.

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.

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.

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.
LEONATO and DON PEDRO move to one side, still talking
LEONATO and DON PEDRO move to one side, still talking.

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.

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!

BEATRICE

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

BEATRICE

I’m amazed you’re still talking, Signior Benedick. No one’s listening to you.

BENEDICK

95What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?

BENEDICK

Look, it’s my dear Lady Disdain! Aren’t you dead yet?