And so will he do; for the man doth fear God, howsoever it seems not in him by some large jests he will make. Well I am sorry for your niece. Shall we go seek Benedick, and tell him of her love?
	Never tell him, my lord: let her wear it out with good counsel.
	Nay, that's impossible: she may wear her heart out first.
	Well, we will hear further of it by your daughter: let it cool the while. I love Benedick well; and I could wish he would modestly examine himself, to see how much he is unworthy so good a lady.
	My lord, will you walk? dinner is ready
	If he do not dote on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.
	Let there be the same net spread for her; and that must your daughter and her gentlewomen carry. The sport will be, when they hold one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such matter: that's the scene that I would see, which will be merely a dumb-show. Let us send her to call him in to dinner.
	This can be no trick: the conference was sadly borne. They have the truth of this from Hero. They seem to pity the lady: it seems her affections have their full bent. Love me! why, it must be requited. I hear how I am censured: they say I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from her; they say too that she will rather die than give any sign of affection. I did never think to marry: I must not seem proud: happy are they that hear their detractions and can put them to mending. They say the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous; 'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me; by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her. I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Here comes Beatrice. By this day! she's a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her.
	Against my will I am...
	...
	"...sent"
	What?
	Your line. "Against my will I am sent..."
	I know the blasted line! Listen: I really don't see why I have to do this. It's...demeaning!
	Come on, Youngblood, just think of it as "historically accurate."
	I just don't see why it has to be me.
	Because I said so, and because I will beat your head in with a pick-axe. Again.
	...
	Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.
	Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.
	That One Act of Shakespeare trophy is ours this year. Bitches ain't ever gonna know what hit 'em.
	Yo, esse, he ain't playin' Hero too, is he? Cause I ain't kissin' no dude.
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