ACT 4.
1. Scene I. The Inside of a Church.
(continued)
BENEDICK.
Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you:
And though you know my inwardness and love
Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
As secretly and justly as your soul
Should with your body.
LEONATO.
Being that I flow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me.
FRIAR.
'Tis well consented: presently away;
For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.
Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day
Perhaps is but prolong'd: have patience and endure.
[Exeunt FRIAR, HERO, and LEONATO.]
BENEDICK.
Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?
BEATRICE.
Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
BENEDICK.
I will not desire that.
BEATRICE.
You have no reason; I do it freely.
BENEDICK.
Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged.
BEATRICE.
Ah! how much might the man deserve of me that would right her.
BENEDICK.
Is there any way to show such friendship?
BEATRICE.
A very even way, but no such friend.
BENEDICK.
May a man do it?
BEATRICE.
It is a man's office, but not yours.
BENEDICK.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that
strange?
BEATRICE.
As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say
I loved nothing so well as you; but believe me not, and yet I lie not;
I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.
BENEDICK.
By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
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