Much Ado About Nothing Lines – Margaret

Act II Scene I[ENTRANCE] *Enter stage right through first curtain talking to Ella and Annabella
Act II Scene I BALTHASAR: Well, I would you did like me. MARGARET: So would not I, for your own sake; for I have many ill-qualities.
Act II Scene IBALTHASAR: Which is one? MARGARET: I say my prayers aloud.
Act II Scene I BALTHASAR: I love you the better; the hearers may cry, Amen. MARGARET: God match me with a good dancer!
Act II Scene IBALTHASAR: Amen. MARGARET: And God keep him out of my sight when the dance is done! Answer, clerk.
Act II Scene I[EXIT] Holding Wilson’s hand being guided buy him off stage left
Act III Scene IV[ENTRANCE] Walk off stage right through back stairs to hang dresses on hooks
Act III Scene I[ENTRANCE] Walk on after light changes back to warm tones following Madeleine up the stairs
Act III Scene IHERO: Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor; There shalt thou 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; say that thou overheard’st us; And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripen’d by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter, like favourites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it: there will she hide her, To listen our purpose. This is thy office; Bear thee well in it and leave us alone. MARGARET: I’ll make her come, I warrant you, presently.
Act III Scene I [EXIT] Walk off, beckoning Beatrice exiting the stairs behind the balcony to stage right
Act III Scene VI(URSULA exits) MARGARET: Troth, I think your other rabato were better.
Act III Scene VIHERO: No, pray they, good Meg. I’ll wear this. MARGARET: By my troth, ‘s not so good; and I warrant your cousin will say so.
Act III Scene VIHERO: My cousin’s a fool, and thou art another: I’ll wear none but this. MARGARET: I like the new tire within excellently, if the hair were a thought browner; and your gown’s a most rare fashion, i’ faith. I saw the Duchess of Milan’s gown that they praise so.
Act III Scene VIHERO: O, that exceeds, they say. MARGARET: By my troth, ‘s but a night-gown in respect of yours: cloth o’ gold, and cuts, and laced with silver, set with pearls, down sleeves, side sleeves, and skirts, round underborne with a bluish tinsel: but for a fine, quaint, graceful and excellent fashion, yours is worth ten on ‘t.
Act III Scene VIHERO: God give me joy to wear it! for my heart is exceeding heavy. MARGARET: ‘Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a man.
Act III Scene VIHERO: Fie upon thee! art not ashamed? MARGARET: Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? Is not marriage honourable in a beggar? Is not your lord honourable without marriage? I think you would have me say, ‘saving your reverence, a husband:’ and bad thinking do not wrest true speaking, I’ll offend nobody: is there any harm in ‘the heavier for a husband’? None, I think, and it be the right husband and the right wife; otherwise ’tis light, and not heavy: ask my Lady Beatrice else; here she comes.
Act III Scene VIBEATRICE: I am out of all other tune, methinks. MARGARET: Clap’s into ‘Light o’ love;’ that goes without a burden: do you sing it, and I’ll dance it.
Act III Scene VIBEATRICE: Ye light o’ love, with your heels! then, if your husband have stables enough, you’ll see he shall lack no barns. MARGARET: O illegitimate construction! I scorn that with my heels.
Act III Scene VIBEATRICE: ‘Tis almost five o’clock, cousin; tis time you were ready. By my troth, I am exceeding ill: heigh-ho! MARGARET: For a hawk, a horse, or a husband?
Act III Scene VIBEATRICE: For the letter that begins them all, H. MARGARET: Well, and you be not turned Turk, there’s no more sailing by the star.
Act III Scene VIBEATRICE: What means the fool, trow? MARGARET: Nothing I; but God send every one their heart’s desire!
Act III Scene VIBEATRICE: I am stuffed, cousin; I cannot smell. MARGARET: A maid, and stuffed! there’s goodly catching of cold.
Act III Scene VIBEATRICE: O, God help me! God help me! how long have you professed apprehension? MARGARET: Even since you left it. Doth not my wit become me rarely?
Act III Scene VIBEATRICE: It is not seen enough, you should wear it in your cap. By my troth, I am sick. MARGARET: Get you some of this distilled Carduus Benedictus, and lay it to your heart: it is the only thing for a qualm.
Act III Scene VIBEATRICE: Benedictus! Why Benedictus? you have some moral in this Benedictus. MARGARET: Moral! no, by my troth, I have no moral meaning; I meant, plain holy-thistle. You may think perchance that I think you are in love: nay, by’r lady, I am not such a fool to think what I list, nor I list not to think what I can, nor indeed I cannot think, if I would think my heart out of thinking, that you are in love or that you will be in love or that you can be in love. Yet Benedick was such another, and now is he become a man: he swore he would never marry, and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging: and how you may be converted I know not, but methinks you look with your eyes as other women do.
Act III Scene VIBEATRICE: What pace is this that thy tongue keeps? MARGARET: Not a false gallop.
Act V Scene 2BENEDICK: Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice. MARGARET: Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty?
Act V Scene 2BENEDICK: In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thou deservest it. MARGARET: To have no man come over me! why, shall I always keep below stairs?
Act V Scene 2BENEDICK: Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound’s mouth; it catches. MARGARET: And yours as blunt as the fencer’s foils, which hit, but hurt not.
Act V Scene 2BENEDICK: A most manly wit, Margaret; it will not hurt a woman: and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice: I give thee the bucklers. MARGARET: Give us the swords; we have bucklers of our own.
Act V Scene 2BENEDICK: If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons for maids. MARGARET: Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I think hath legs.
Act III Scene IV[EXIT] Take dresses off hooks!!! Then exit stage right back stairs
Act IV Scene IDON PEDRO: Why, then are you no maiden. Leonato, I am sorry you must hear: upon mine honour, Myself, my brother and this grieved count did see her, hear her, at that hour last night talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window who hath indeed, most like a liberal villain, confess’d the vile encounters they have had a thousand times in secret. Lean forwards and look like you’re about to interject

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