Beatrice VS Benedick

Beatrice: Ah, I see you are still but a mere dog-hearted cur.

Benedick: Oh Beatrice, always a devil-monk.

Beatrice: Please don’t talk, your breath is a death token.

Benedick: As is your hair and your attitude.

Beatrice: Yet I wonder how your attitude won you the war.

Benedick: I won obviously with the skill and strength of a king.

Beatrice: The skill of a flap-dragon and the strength of a barnacle.

Benedick: Oh please, you could do no better.

Beatrice: I could do better than a braggart such as yourself.

Benedick: The only thing you’re capable of is grizzling like a harpy, be off with you.



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