Kill Claudio. Not for the wide world. You kill me to deny it. Fare thee well. Tarry, sweet...

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.