BEATRICE I would rather have one of your father's getting.
Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? Your
father got excellent husbands, if a maid could come by them.
DON PEDRO Will you have me, lady?
BEATRICE No, my lord, unless I might have another for
working-days: your grace is too costly to wear
every day. But, I beseech your grace, pardon me: I
was born to speak all mirth and no matter.
DON PEDRO Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best
becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in
a merry hour.
BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there
was a star danced, and under that was I born.
Cousins, God give you joy!
LEONATO Niece, will you look to those things I told you of?
BEATRICE I cry you mercy, uncle. By your grace's pardon.
[Exit]
DON PEDRO By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady.
LEONATO There's little of the melancholy element in her, my
lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps, and
not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say,
she hath often dreamed of unhappiness and waked
herself with laughing.
DON PEDRO She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband.
LEONATO O, by no means: she mocks all her wooers out of suit.
DON PEDRO She were an excellent wife for Benedict.
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