Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vrsula. That Benedicke loues Beatrice so intirely?
Her. Her.
Her. So saies the Prince, and my new trothed Lord.
Vrs. Vrs.
Vrs. And did they bid you tell her of it, Madam?
Her. They did intreate me to acquaint her of it,
Her. But I perswaded them, if they lou'd Benedicke,
Her. K
Her. To
Her. Much adoe about Nothing.
Her. To wish him wrastle with affection,
Her. And neuer to let Beatrice know of it.
Vrsula. Vrsula.
Vrsula. Why did you so, doth not the Gentleman
Vrsula. Deserue as full as fortunate a bed,
Vrsula. As euer Beatrice shall couch vpon?
Hero. Hero.
Hero. O God of loue! I know he doth deserue,
Hero. As much as may be yeelded to a man: