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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Messenger |
4 |
He is very near by this: he was not three leagues off
when I left him.
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2 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Messenger |
19 |
I have already delivered him letters, and there
appears much joy in him; even so much that joy could
not show itself modest enough without a badge of
bitterness.
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3 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Leonato |
41 |
Faith, niece, you tax Signior Benedick too much;
but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not.
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4 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Leonato |
53 |
You must not, sir, mistake my niece. There is a
kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick and her:
they never meet but there's a skirmish of wit
between them.
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5 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Messenger |
69 |
I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
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6 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Beatrice |
82 |
No, not till a hot January.
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7 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Benedick |
101 |
If Signior Leonato be her father, she would not
have his head on her shoulders for all Messina, as
like him as she is.
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8 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Benedick |
111 |
Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I
am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I
would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard
heart; for, truly, I love none.
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9 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Beatrice |
123 |
Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such
a face as yours were.
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10 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Leonato |
137 |
If you swear, my lord, you shall not be forsworn.
[To DON JOHN]
Let me bid you welcome, my lord: being reconciled to
the prince your brother, I owe you all duty.
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11 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Don John |
141 |
I thank you: I am not of many words, but I thank
you.
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12 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Benedick |
147 |
I noted her not; but I looked on her.
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13 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Claudio |
148 |
Is she not a modest young lady?
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14 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Benedick |
153 |
Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high
praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little
for a great praise: only this commendation I can
afford her, that were she other than she is, she
were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I
do not like her.
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15 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Benedick |
170 |
I can see yet without spectacles and I see no such
matter: there's her cousin, an she were not
possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty
as the first of May doth the last of December. But I
hope you have no intent to turn husband, have you?
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16 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Benedick |
177 |
Is't come to this? In faith, hath not the world
one man but he will wear his cap with suspicion?
Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again?
Go to, i' faith; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck
into a yoke, wear the print of it and sigh away
Sundays. Look Don Pedro is returned to seek you.
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17 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Don Pedro |
184 |
What secret hath held you here, that you followed
not to Leonato's?
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18 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Benedick |
195 |
Like the old tale, my lord: 'it is not so, nor
'twas not so, but, indeed, God forbid it should be
so.'
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19 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Claudio |
198 |
If my passion change not shortly, God forbid it
should be otherwise.
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20 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Benedick |
214 |
That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she
brought me up, I likewise give her most humble
thanks: but that I will have a recheat winded in my
forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick,
all women shall pardon me. Because I will not do
them the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the
right to trust none; and the fine is, for the which
I may go the finer, I will live a bachelor.
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