:48:37
But nature never framed a woman's heart
of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice.
:48:42
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes...
:48:45
...misprising what they look on,
and her wit values itself so highly...
:48:50
...that to her all matter else seems weak.
:48:52
She cannot love.
:48:54
Sure, I think so.
:48:55
-Yet tell her of it. Hear what she will say.
-No.
:48:59
Rather I will go to Benedick
and counsel him to fight against his passion.
:49:03
Do not do your cousin such a wrong.
:49:05
She cannot be so much without true judgment...
:49:08
...having so swift and excellent a wit
as she is prized to have...
:49:11
...to refuse such a gentleman
as Signior Benedick.
:49:14
He is the only man of Italy.
:49:16
Always excepted my dear Claudio.
:49:18
-When are you married, madam?
-Why, every day.
:49:22
Tomorrow!
:49:31
She's limed, I warrant you.
We have caught her, madam.
:49:36
If it prove so, then loving goes by haps.
:49:39
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
:49:45
What fire is in mine ears?
:49:50
Can this be true?
:49:52
Stand I condemned for pride
and scorn so much?
:49:56
Contempt, farewell.
:49:58
And maiden pride, adieu.