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I do love nothing in the world so well as you; is [265] 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. [270]

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? [275]

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 [280] about to protest I loved
you.

BENEDICK
And do it with all thy heart.

BEATRICE