:44:02
...and I could wish he would
modestly examine himself...
:44:05
...to see how much he is unworthy...
:44:09
...so good a lady.
:44:11
My lord, will you walk? Dinner is ready.
:44:18
If he do not dote on her upon this,
I will never trust my expectation.
:44:22
Let the same net be spread for her, and that
must your daughter and her gentlewoman carry.
:44:26
Let us send Beatrice to call him in to dinner.
:44:39
This can be no trick.
:44:42
The conference was sadly borne.
:44:45
They have the truth of this from Hero.
:44:52
Love me?
:44:55
Why...
:44:58
...it must be requited.
:45:01
I hear how I am censured.
:45:03
They say I will bear myself proudly
if I perceive the love come from her.
:45:07
They say, too, that she will rather die
than give any sign of affection.
:45:13
I did never think to marry.
:45:18
I must not seem proud.
:45:20
Happy are they that hear their detractions
and can put them to mending.
:45:23
They say the lady is fair.
I can bear them witness.
:45:26
And virtuous, 'tis so, I cannot reprove it.
:45:28
And wise, but for loving me.
:45:31
By my troth, it is no addition to her wit...
:45:34
...nor no great argument of her folly...
:45:38
...for I will be...
:45:41
...horribly in love with her.
:45:46
I may chance have some odd quirks...
:45:49
...and remnants of wit broken on me...
:45:52
...because I have railed
so long against marriage.
:45:57
But doth not the appetite alter?