O, that I were a man! What, bear her in

hand until they come to take hands, and then, with

public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated

rancor—O God, that I were a man! I would eat his

heart in the marketplace.

I love you with so much of my heart that

none is left to protest.

BENEDICK

Come, bid me do anything for thee.

BEATRICE

Kill Claudio.

BENEDICK

Ha! Not for the wide world.

BEATRICE

You kill me to deny it. Farewell.

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.

Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing

Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny

The story that is printed in her blood?—

Do not live, Hero, do not ope thine eyes,

For, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die,