Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice? I answer to that name. What is your will? Do not...

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]

Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, your niece regards me with an eye of favor. The sight whereof you had from me, Claudio and the prince. - What's your will? - Your answer is enigmatical... but my will is your good will may stand with ours this day to be conjoined in the state of honorable marriage, in which, good Friar, I shall desire your help. - My heart is with your liking. - And my help. Here come the prince and Claudio. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Good morrow, Prince. Good morrow, Claudio. We here attend you. Are you yet determined today to marry with my brother's daughter? Call her forth, brother. Here's the friar ready. Which is the lady I must seize upon? This same is she, and I do give you her. Sweet... - Let me see your face. - No. That you shall not till you take her hand before this friar and swear to marry her. Give me your hand before this holy friar. I am your husband... ...if you like of me. Hero that is... dead. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander lived. And when I lived, I was your other wife. And when you loved... ...you were my other husband. One Hero died defiled, but I do live. And surely as I live... I am a maid.