Benedick: I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? 
Beatrice: For them all together, which maintained so politic a state of evil that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them: but for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? 
Benedick: Suffer love. a good epithet, I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will. 
Beatrice: In spite of your heart, I think. Alas poor heart, if you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours, for I will never love that which my friend hates 
Benedick: Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. 

I love them so.

Beatrice: Why then, God forgive me. 
Benedick: What offence, sweet Beatrice? 
Beatrice: You have stayed me in a happy hour, I was about to protest I loved you. 
Benedick: And do it, with all thy heart. 
Beatrice: I love you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest. 

All I can think about is them in this scene. I will never get to see the play, but I can imagine them so vividly…

eziooldytore:

Bastards…. 

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missriversong:

I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP

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