- 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 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.
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