Much ado about nothing lines

Line 1 “I know none of that name, lady.” My cousin means Signoir Benedick of Padua
Don Pedro- your hand Leonato. We will go together Exit stairs
Benedict- there’s her cousin, and she were not possessed a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of may doth the last of December Lead Kallie from stairs
“We’ll wait upon your lordship” Enter from stairs
Beatrice- How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him but I am heart burned an hour after He is of very melancholy disposition
Benedict- In every good thing Exit in pairs
Benedick- Alas, poor hurt fowl!… well, I’ll be revenged as I may Enter
Don Pedro- And you too, gentle Hero? I will do any modest office, my lord, to help my cousin to a good husband
“There’s a double meaning in that” Enter from stage left
Act 3 scene 1 Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor. There shalt thy find my cousin Beatrice proposing with the prince and Claudio. Whisper her ear and tell her I and Ursula walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse is all of her. There will she hide her to listen to our propose. This is thy office; Bear thee well in it and leave us alone
Margaret exits Now Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, as we do grace this alley up and down
But are you sure that benedick loves Beatrice so entirely So says the Prince, and my new trothed lord
And did they bid you tell her if it, madam They did entreat me to acquaint her if it; But i persuaded them, if they loved Benedick, to wish him wrestle with affection and never to let Beatrice know of it.
Why did you so?…As ever Beatrice shall couch upon? O god of love! I know he doth deserve as much as may be yielded to a man; but nature never framed a women’s heart of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, misprizing what they look on; and her wit values itself so highly that to her all matter else seems weak. She cannot love
Yet tell her if it. Hear what she will say. No; rather I will go to benedick and counsel him to fight against his passion
O, do not do your cousin such a wrong! … so rare a gentleman as Signoir Benedick He is the only man of Italy, always excepted my dear Claudio
When are you married madam? Why, everyday tomorrow! Come, go in (begin to exit after)
She’s limed I warrant you! We have caught her madam If it prove so, then loving goes by haps. Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps (exit)
A commodity in question, I warrant you. Come, we’ll obey yoy Enter through stairs
Troth, I think your other Rabato were better No, pray thee, good Meg, I’ll wear this
By my troth, is not so good and I warrant your cousin will say so My cousins a fool, and thou art another. I’ll wear none but this
I like the new tire within… a most rare fashion, in faith God give me joy to wear it, for my heart is exceeding heavy
Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a man Fie upon thee! Art not ashamed? (Enter Beatrice) Good Morrow Coz
Good morrow, sweet Hero Why, how now? Do you speak in the sick tune?
Get you some of this distilled Carduus Benedicts and lay it to your heart. It is the only thing for a qualm There, you prick’st her with a thistle.
Madam, withdraw. The prince, the count, Signior benedick, don John, and all the gallants of the town are come to fetch you to church Help to dress me, good Coz, good Meg, good Ursula (exit)
Act IV scène 1 Enter stage left
Lady, you come hither to be married to this count? I do
Know you any, Hero? None my lord
No, Leonato. I never tempted her with word too large, but, as a brother to his sister showed bashful sincerity and comely love And seemed I ever otherwise to you?
You seem to me as Dian in her orb; but you are more intemperate in your blood than Venus, or those pampered animals that rage in savage sensuality Is my lord well that he doth speak so wide?
What man was he talked with you yesternight, out at your window betwixt twelve and one? Now, if you are a maid, answer to this. I talked with no man at this hour, my lord
Talk with a ruffian at her chamber… they have had a thousand times in secret. Faint
Call her forth Brother. Here’s the friar ready Enter
Give me your hand; before this holy friar I am your husband, if you like of me And when I lived I was your other wife; (unmask) and when you loved, you were my other husband
Another hero! One hero died defiled; but I do love, and surely as I live, I am a maid
And I’ll be sworn upon it that he loves her; for here’s a paper written in his hand And here another, Writ in my cousins hand, stolen from her pocket, containing her affection into Benedick