Enough. I am engaged. I will challenge him. Go. Comfort your cousin. I must say she is...

Beatrice:

Kill Claudio. Benedick:
Not for the wide world. Beatrice:
You kill me to deny it. Fare thee well. Benedick:
Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Beatrice:
I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in you. Nay, I pray you, let me go. Benedick:
Beatrice! Beatrice:
In faith, I will go. Benedick:
We'll be friends first. Beatrice:
You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine enemy. Benedick:
Is Claudio thine enemy? Beatrice:
[Yelling/sobbing]
Is he not approved in the height of a villain that hath slandered, scorned, dishonored my kinswoman? O, that I were a man! What bear her in hand until they come to take hands and then, with public accusation uncovered slander, [pushes table over] Beatrice:
unmitigated rancor... O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace! Benedick:
Hear me, Beatrice. Beatrice:
Talk with man out at a window. A proper saying! Benedick:
Nay, but, Beatrice... Beatrice:
Sweet Hero. She is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone! Benedick:
Beatrice! Beatrice:
He is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie and swears it. [Falls to knees] Beatrice:
I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. Benedick:
By this hand, I love thee. Beatrice:
Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it. Benedick:
Think you in your soul that Count Claudio hath wronged Hero? Beatrice:
Yea. As sure as I have a thought or a soul. Benedick:
Enough. I am engaged. I will challenge him. Go. Comfort your cousin. I must say she is dead. And so, farewell