Beatrice, haue you wept all this while?
Yea, and I will weepe a while longer.
I will not desire that.
You haue no reason, I doe it freely.
Surelie I do beleeue your fair cosin is wrong'd.
Ah, how much might the man deserue of mee
that would right her!
Is there any way to shew such friendship?
A verie euen way, but no such friend.
May a man doe it?
It is a mans office, but not yours.
I doe loue nothing in the world so well as you,
is not that strange?
As strange as the thing I know not, it were as
possible for me to say, I loued nothing so well as you, but
beleeue me not, and yet I lie not, I confesse nothing, nor
I deny nothing, I am sorry for my cousin.
By my sword
Beatrice thou lou'st me.
Doe not sweare by it and eat it.
I will sweare by it that you loue mee, and I will
make him eat it that sayes I loue not you.
Will you not eat your word?
With no sawce that can be deuised to it, I pro
test I loue thee.
Why then God forgiue me.
What offence sweet Beatrice?
You haue stayed me in a happy howre, I was a
bout to protest I loued you.
And doe it with all thy heart.
I loue you with so much of my heart, that none
is left to protest.
Come, bid me doe any thing for thee.
Ha, not for the wide world.
You kill me to denie, farewell.
I am gone, though I am heere, there is no loue
in you, nay I pray you let me goe.
Infaith I will goe.
Wee'll be friends first.
You dare easier be friends with mee, than fight
with mine enemy.
Claudio thine enemie?
Is a not approued in the height a villaine, that
hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O
that I were a man! what, beare her in hand vntill they
come to take hands, and then with publike accusation
vncouered slander, vnmittigated rancour? O God that I
were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketȑplace.
Talke with a man out at a window, a proper
Hero, she is wrong'd, shee is slandered,
she is vndone.