A monologue from the play by William ShakespeareBENEDICK: This can be no trick. The conference was sadly borne; they have the truth of this from Hero; they seem to pity the lady. It seems her affections have their full bent.
Love me? Why, it must be requited. I hear how I am censured. They say I will bear myself proudly if I perceive the love come from her. They say too that she will rather die than give any sign of affection.
I did never think to marry. I must not seem proud. Happy are they that hear their detractions and can put them to mending. They say the lady is fair– ’tis a truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous– ’tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me– by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her.Order now
I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me because I have railed so long against marriage. But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humor? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Here comes Beatrice. By this day, she’s a fair lady! I do spy some marks of love in her.