Beatrice:
Against my will, I am sent to bid you come into dinner.
Benedick:
Fair Beatrice, thank you for your pains.
Beatrice:
I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me. If it had been painful, I would not have come.
Benedick:
You take pleasure then in the message?
Beatrice:
Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point. You have no stomach, signor? Fare you well.
Benedick:
Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that.
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