Page 1349 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

ANTONIO

To tell you true, I counterfeit him.

URSULA
You could never do him so ill-well unless you were the very man. Here’s his
dry hand up and down; you are he, you are he. [105]

ANTONIO
At a word, I am not.

URSULA
Come, come, do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit? Can

virtue hide itself? Go to, mum, you are he; graces will appear, and there’s an
end.
He draws her aside.

BEATRICE
Will you not tell me who told you so? [110]

BENEDICK
No, you shall pardon me.

BEATRICE
Nor will you not tell me who you are?

BENEDICK

Not now.

BEATRICE

That I was disdainful, and that I had my good wit out of the ‘Hundred Merry
Tales’ − well, this was [115] Signor Benedick that said so.

BENEDICK
What’s he?

BEATRICE
I am sure you know him well enough.