BENEDICK. I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?
BEATRICE. As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.
BENEDICK. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
BEATRICE. Do not swear, and eat it.
BENEDICK. I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love you not.
BEATRICE. Will you not eat your word?
BENEDICK. With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee.
BEATRICE. Why, then, God forgive me!
BENEDICK. What offense, sweet Beatrice?
BEATRICE. You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you.
BENEDICK. And do it with all thy heart.
BEATRICE. I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
BEATRICE. As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.
BENEDICK. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
BEATRICE. Do not swear, and eat it.
BENEDICK. I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love you not.
BEATRICE. Will you not eat your word?
BENEDICK. With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee.
BEATRICE. Why, then, God forgive me!
BENEDICK. What offense, sweet Beatrice?
BEATRICE. You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you.
BENEDICK. And do it with all thy heart.
BEATRICE. I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (via verticalsoftrees) (via verticalsoftrees)
