Page 1409 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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’Tis well consented. Presently away; [250]
For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.
Come, lady, die to live; this wedding-day
Perhaps is but prolonged; have patience and endure.
Exeunt all but Benedick and Beatrice.
BENEDICK
Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?
BEATRICE
Yea, and I will weep a while longer. [255]
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! [260]
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
