Benedick:
Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice?
Beatrice:
[Pushed out of crowd by Antonio. Removes veil, clears throat]
I answer to that name.
[Appraoches Benedick]

Beatrice:
What is your will?
Benedick:
Do not you love me?
Beatrice:
Why, no. No more than reason.
Benedick:
Well, then your Uncle, the prince and Claudio have been deceived. They swore you did.
Beatrice:
Do not you love me?
Benedick:
Why, no. No more than reason.
Beatrice:
Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula are much deceived for they swear you did.
Benedick:
They swore you were almost sick for me.
Beatrice:
They swore you well nigh dead for me.
Benedick:
'Tis no such matter. Then... you... do not love me?
Beatrice:
No, truly, but in friendly recompense.
[Shakes Benedick's hand]

Leonato:
Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.
Claudio:
I'll be sworn upon he loves her, for here's a paper written in his hand a halting sonnet of his own pure brain, fashioned to Beatrice.
Hero:
And here's another...
Beatrice:
No!
[Slaps Hero's hand]

Hero:
...writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket containing her affection unto Benedick.
Benedick:
A miracle! Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee. But, by this light, I take thee for pity.
Beatrice:
I would not deny you. But, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption.
Benedick:
Peace! I will stop your mouth.
[Kisses Beatrice]
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