Much Ado About Nothing Cue Lines

Hero (SDOAP)

…ask for, niece? (Act 1, Scene 1)

My cousin means Signior Benedick of Padua.

…niece, in these wars (Act 1, Scene 1)

You must not, father, mistake my cousin. There is a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick and her. They never meet but there’s a skirmish of wit between them.

…but I thank you. (Act 1, Scene 1)

EXIT

…bless myself every way. (Act 2, Scene 1)

ENTER

…here at supper? (Act 2, Scene 1)

I saw him not.

…heartburn an hour after. (Act 2, Scene 1)

He is of a very melancholy disposition.

…with your friend? (Act 2, Scene 1)

So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and say nothing, I am yours for the walk, and especially when I walk away.

…your company? (Act 2, Scene 1)

I may say so when I please.

…you to say so? (Act 2, Scene 1)

When I like your favor, for God defend the lute should be like the case.

…the house is Jove. (Act 2, Scene 1)

Why, then, your visor should be thatched.

…at the next turning. (Act 2, Scene 1)

EXIT

…perturbation follows her. (Act 2, Scene 1)

ENTER

…talk themselves mad. (Act 2, Scene 1)

Claudio, when mean we to go to church?

…answer my mind. (Act 2, Scene 1)

I will in the interim undertake one of Hercules’ labors, which is to bring Signior Benedick and the Lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection, th’ one with th’ other. I would fain have it a match, and I doubt not but to fashion it, if you two will but minister such assistance as I shall give you direction.

…And I, beloved. (Act 2, Scene 1)

I will do any modest office to help my cousin to a good husband. And Benedick is not the unhopefullest husband that I know. Thus far can I praise him: he is of a noble strain, of approved valor, and confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to humor my cousin that she shall fall in love with Benedick.—And, with your two helps, we will so practice on Benedick that, in despite of his quick wit and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no longer an archer; his glory shall be ours, for we are the only love gods. Go in with me, and I will tell you my drift.

EXIT

…in the arbor. (Act 2, Scene 3)

ENTER

See you where Benedick hath hid himself?

…loved any man. (Act 2, Scene 3)

No, nor I neither, but most wonderful that she should so dote on Signior Benedick, whom she hath in all outward behaviors seemed ever to abhor.

…known to Benedick? (Act 2, Scene 3)

No, and swears she never will. That’s her torment.

…that I love him?” (Act 2, Scene 3)

This says she now when she is beginning to write to him, for she’ll be up twenty times a night, and there will she sit in her smock till she have writ a sheet of paper.

…in such innocence. (Act 2, Scene 3)

O, she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence, railed at herself that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would flout her. “I measure him,” she says, “by my own spirit, for I should flout him if he writ to me, yea, though I love him, I should.

…is exceeding wise. (Act 2, Scene 3)

In everything but loving Benedick. I think surely she will die, for she says she will die if he loves her not, and she will die ere she make her love known, and she will die if he woo her rather than she will bate one breath of her accustomed crossness.

…with good counsel. (Act 2, Scene 3)

Nay, that’s impossible; she may wear her heart out first.

…trust my expectations. (Act 2, Scene 3)

Let there be the same net spread for her. The sport will be when they hold one an opinion of another’s dotage. Let us send her to call him in to dinner.

EXIT

…go get her picture. (Act 3, Scene 1)

ENTER

Good father, run you to the parlor. There shalt you find my cousin Beatrice. Whisper her ear and tell her I and Claudio walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse is all of her. Say that you overheard us, and bid her steal into the pleachéd bower where honeysuckles ripened by the sun forbid the sun to enter. There will she hide her to listen our propose.

…warrant you, presently. (Act 3, Scene 1)

Now, Claudio, when Beatrice doth come, as we do trace this alley up and down, our talk must only be of Benedick. Now look where Beatrice like a lapwing runs close to the ground, to hear our conference. No, truly, Claudio, she is too disdainful. I know her spirits are as coy and wild like haggards of the rock. But are you sure that Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?

…his sick countenance. (Act 3, Scene 1)

And did they bid you tell her of it, my lord?

…acquaint her of it. (Act 3, Scene 1)

You must pursued them soon, if they love Benedick, to wish him wrestle with affection and never to let Beatrice know of it.

…shall couch upon? (Act 3, Scene 1)

Yet Nature never framed a women’s heart of stronger stuff than that of Beatrice. Disdain rides in her eyes. She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project of affection, she is so self-endeared.

…what she will say. (Act 3, Scene 1)

No, rather I will go to Benedick and counsel him to fight against his passion; and truly I’ll devise some honest slanders to stain my cousin with. One doth not know how much an ill word may empoison liking.

…caught her, my love. (Act 3, Scene 1)

If it proves so, then loving goes by haps; some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

EXIT

…have seen the sequel. (Act 3, Scene 4)

ENTER

Good morrow, coz.

…sweet Hero. (Act 3, Scene 4)

Why, how now? Do you speak in the sick tune?

…rebate were better. (Act 3, Scene 4)

No, pray thee, good coz, I’ll wear this.

…would say so. (Act 3, Scene 4)

My husband’s a fool, and you are another. I’ll wear none but this. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart is exceeding heavy. These gloves the Count sent me, they are an excellent perfume.

…cannot smell. (Act 3, Scene 4)

A maid, and stuffed! There’s a goodly catching of cold.

…professed apprehension? (Act 3, Scene 4)

Ever since you left it. Doth not my wit become me rarely?

…I am sick. (Act 3, Scene 4)

Get you some of this distilled carduus Benedictus and lay it to your heart. It is the only thing for a qualm.

…in this Benedictus? (Act 3, Scene 4)

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. Yet Benedick was such another, and now is he become a man. And how you may be converted I know not, but methinks you look with your eyes as other women do.

…thy tougue keeps? (Act 3, Scene 4)

Not a false gallop. Help to dress me, good coz, all the gallants of the town are soon come to fetch me to church.

EXIT

ENTER (right after exit) … married to this count? (Act 4, Scene 1)

I do.

you any, Hero? (Act 4, Scene 1)

None, my lord.

…and comely love. (Act 4, Scene 1)

And seemed I ever otherwise to you?

…in savage sensuality. (Act 4, Scene 1)

Is my lord well that he doth speak so wide?

…like a nuptial. (Act 4, Scene 1)

True! O God!

…thou art my child. (Act 4, Scene 1)

O, God defend me, how am I beset! What kind of catechizing call you this?

…answer to this. (Act 4, Scene 1)

I talked with no man at that hour, my lord.

…a point for me? (Act 4, Scene 1)

Hero falls

…you are accused of? (Act 4, Scene 1)

They know that do accuse me. I know none. If I know more of any man alive that that which maiden modesty doth warrant, let all my sins lack mercy!—O my father, prove you that any man with me conversed at hours unmeet, or that I yesternight maintained the change of words with any creature, refuse me, hate me, torture me to death!

…patience and endure. (Act 4, Scene 1)

EXIT

…thee to thy uncle’s. (Act 5, Scene 4)

ENTER

…come hither masked. (Act 5, Scene 4)

EXIT

…called her forth. (Act 5, Scene 4)

ENTER

…you like of me. (Act 5, Scene 4)

And when I lived, I was your other wife, and when you loved, you were my other husband. (unmask)

…another Hero! (Act 5, Scene 4)

Nothing certainer. One Hero died defiled, but I do live, and surely as I love, I am a maid.

…fashioned to Beatrice. (Act 5, Scene 4)

And here’s another, writ in my cousin’s hand, stol’n from her pocket, containing her affection unto Benedick.

…Strike up, pipers! (Act 5, Scene 4)

EXIT