about Nothing.
942875Prince Why what e
ffe
cts of pa
ssion
shewes
she?
943876Claud. Baite the hooke wel, this
fish will bite.
944877Leon. What e
ffe
cts my Lord?
she wil
sit you, you heard my
947880Prince How, how I pray you! you amaze me, I would haue
948881thought her
spirite had beene inuincible again
st all a
ssaults of
950883Leo. I would haue
sworn it had, my lord, e
specially again
st 952885Bene. I
should think this a gull, but that the white bearded
953886fellow
speakes it: knauery cannot
sure hide him
self in
such re
- 955888Claud. He hath tane th'infe
ction, hold it vp.
956889Prince Hath
shee made her a
ffe
ction knowne to Bene
- 958891Leonato No, and
sweares
shee neuer will, thats her tor
- 960893Claudio Tis true indeed,
so your daughter
saies:
shall I,
saies
961894she, that haue
so oft encountred him with
scorne, write to him
963896Leo. This
saies
she now when
she is beginning to write to
964897him, for
sheel be vp twenty times a night, and there will
she
sit
965898in her
smocke, til
she haue writ a
sheete of paper: my daughter
967900Clau. Now you talk of a
sheet of paper, I remember a prety
968901ie
st your daughter told of vs.
969902Leonato O when
she had writ it, and was reading it ouer,
she
970903found Benedicke and Beatrice betweene the
sheete.
972905Leon. O
she tore the letter into a thou
sand halfpence, raild
973906at her
self, that
she
should be
so immode
st to write, to one that
974907she knew would
flout her, I mea
sure him,
saies
she, by my own
975908spirit, for I
should
flout him, if he writ to me, yea thogh I loue
977910Clau. Then downe vpon her knees
she falls, weepes,
sobs,
978911beates her heart, teares her haire, prayes, cur
ses, O
sweet Bene
- D2 dicke,