Benedick: Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?
Beatrice: Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
Benedick: I will not desire that.
Beatrice: You have no reason, I do it freely.
Benedick: Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged.
Beatrice: Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her!
Benedick: Is there any way to show such friendship?
Beatrice: A very even way, but no such friend.
Benedick: May a man do it?
Beatrice: It is a man's office, but not yours.
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 not you.
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 offence, sweet Beatrice?
Beatrice: You have stayed me in a happy hour, I was about to protest I love 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.