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BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried, but then there was a
star danced, and under that was I born.—Cousins, God
285give you joy!
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BEATRICE Actually, my lord, my mother cried when she was giving birth to
me. But then a star danced in the sky, and that’s the
moment I was born.—Kinsmen, I’m off.
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LEONATO Niece, will you look to those things I told you of?
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LEONATO Niece, will you take care of those things I mentioned?
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BEATRICE I cry you mercy, uncle.—By your Grace’s
pardon.
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BEATRICE Oh, yes, I’m sorry, uncle.—If
you’ll excuse me, your grace.
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DON PEDRO By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady.
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DON PEDRO I swear, she’s a very good-natured lady.
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LEONATO There’s little of the melancholy element in her, my
lord. She
290is never sad but when she sleeps, and not ever sad then, for
I have heard my daughter say she hath often dreamed of
unhappiness and waked herself with laughing.
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LEONATO There’s very little about her that’s gloomy,
my lord. She’s only sad when she sleeps—and
not even then. Hero told me that Beatrice has often had dreams about
being unhappy, and managed to wake herself from them by
laughing.
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DON PEDRO She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband.
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DON PEDRO She can’t stand to hear about getting a husband.
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LEONATO Oh, by no means. She mocks all her wooers out of suit.
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LEONATO No, not at all. She mocks all her suitors so severely that they
drop the suit.
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DON PEDRO
295She were an excellent wife for Benedict.
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DON PEDRO She would make a good wife for Benedick.
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LEONATO O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, they
would talk themselves mad.
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LEONATO Oh, Lord, if they were married, they’d drive themselves
crazy within a week.
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DON PEDRO County Claudio, when mean you to go to church?
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DON PEDRO Count Claudio, when do you plan to go to church and be
married?
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CLAUDIO Tomorrow, my lord. Time goes on crutches till love have all
300his rites.
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CLAUDIO Tomorrow, my lord. Time will move as slowly as an old man until
our love receives its proper ceremony.
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