Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato? I noted her not; but I looked...

Claudio: Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato? Benedick: I noted her not; but I looked on her. Claudio: Is she not a modest young lady? Benedick: Do you question me, as an honest man should do, for my simple true judgment; or would you have me speak after my custom, as being a professed tyrant to their sex? Claudio: No; I pray thee speak in sober judgment. Benedick: Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. Claudio: Thou thinkest I am in sport: I pray thee tell me truly how thou likest her. Benedick: Would you buy her, that you inquire after her? Claudio: Can the world buy such a jewel? Benedick: Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak you this with a sad brow? Claudio: In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on. Benedick: I can see yet without spectacles and I see no such matter: there's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December. But I hope you have no intent to turn husband, have you? Claudio: I would scarce trust myself, though I had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. Benedick: Is't come to this? Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again?

Benedick... Didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato? - I noted her not, but I looked on her. - Is she not a modest young lady? Do you question me for my simple true judgment, or would you have me speak as a professed tyrant to their sex? No. Speak in soberjudgment. Methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise. Were she other than she is, she were unhandsome, being no other but as she is, I do not like her. Thou thinkest I am in sport. Tell me truly how thou likest her. Would you buy her that you inquire after her? - Can the world buy such a jewel? - Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak you this with a sad brow? In mine eyes she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on. I can see yet without spectacles and I see no such matter. There's her cousin, an' she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December. I hope you have no intent to turn husband. Have you? I would scarce trust myself, though I had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. Is't come to this? Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again? Gentlemen... What secret hath held you here that you followed not to Leonato's? He is in love! With who? That is your grace's part. - With Hero, Leonato's short daughter! - Amen if you love her. - She is well worthy. - You speak this to fetch me in. - By my troth, I speak my thought. - In faith I spoke mine. By my two faiths and troths, I spoke mine. - That I love her, I feel. - That she is worthy, I know. That I neither feel how she should be loved nor know how she should be worthy is the opinion I will die in at the stake. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic in the despite of beauty. That a woman conceived me, I thank her. That she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks. But that I will hang my bugle in an invisible baldric, all women shall pardon me. I will live a bachelor. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love. With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord, not with love. Well, as time shall try - "In time, the savage bull doth bear the yoke. " If ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vilely painted, "Here is good horse to hire. " Let them signify under my sign, "Here you may see Benedick the married man. " Benedick, repair to Leonato's. Tell him I will not fail him at supper, for he hath made great preparation. Examine your conscience. And so I leave you. Hath Leonato any son, my lord? No child but Hero. She's his only heir. Dost thou affect her, Claudio? My lord, when you went onward on this ended action, I looked upon her with a soldier's eye that liked, but had a rougher task in hand than to drive liking to the name of love. But now... I am returned and that war thoughts have left their places vacant, in their rooms come thronging soft and delicate desires, all prompting me how fair young Hero is. Saying... I liked her ere I went to wars. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, and tire the hearer with a book of words. If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it.