BEATRICE Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.BENEDICK Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.BEATRICE I took no more pains for those thanks than you takepains to thank me: if it had been painful, I wouldnot have come.BENEDICK You take pleasure then in the message?BEATRICE Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife'spoint ... You have no stomach,signior: fare you well.ExitBENEDICK Ha! 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner;' there's a double meaning in that...
A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Benedick: Peace. I will stop your mouth.
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that,when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeitof our own behavior,--we make guilty of ourdisasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: asif we were villains by necessity; fools byheavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, andtreachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards,liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience ofplanetary influence; and all that we are evil in,by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasionof whoremaster man, to lay his goatishdisposition to the charge of a star.