Weep-lets of joy and anticipation for Joss Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing. Elizabethan flirting – still hot.
Benedick: What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
Beatrice: Is it possible Distain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to Disdain if you come in her presence.
Benedick: Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted; and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for truly I love none.
Beatrice: A dear happiness to women! They would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humor for that. I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
Benedick: God keep your ladyship still in that mind so some gentleman or other shall scape a predestinate scratched face.
Beatrice: Scratching could not make it worse and ’twere such a face as yours were.
Benedick: Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.
Beatrice: A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.
Benedick: I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer. But keep your way, a God’s name! I have done.
Beatrice: You always end with a jade’s trick. I know you of old.