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| Character | Benedick | |
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| Gender | Male | |
| Age Range(s) | Young Adult (20-35), Adult (36-50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | Crying, Descriptive, Depressed, Lamenting, Complaining, Frustrated, Insecure, Reminiscing life story/Telling a story | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Period | Renaissance | |
| Genre | Comedy | |
| Description | Benedick tells Don Pedro he hates Beatrice | |
| Location | ACT II, Scene 1 | |
Summary
The play takes place in Messina at the house of Leonato, a wealthy nobleman. He lives with his daughter Hero, his niece Beatrice and his brother Antonio. Leonato welcomes at his house some friends who are returning from a war. They are Don Pedro, a prince, Claudio, a shy nobleman, Benedick, a witty and playful character, and Don John, Don Pedro's illegitimate brother. Claudio instantly falls in love with Hero and Don Pedro decides to help him court her at a masked dance that will take place the same night. Benedick and Beatrice, on the other hand, seem to hate each other and constantly play games of wit where they insult each other about anything.
The night of the ball Benedick ends up dancing with Beatrice who doesn't recognize him since he is wearing a mask. She insults Benedick saying to him that he is dull and boring.
In this monologue, in ACT II, Scene 1, Benedick tells Don Pedro how Beatrice insulted him and how much he hates her.
The night of the ball Benedick ends up dancing with Beatrice who doesn't recognize him since he is wearing a mask. She insults Benedick saying to him that he is dull and boring.
In this monologue, in ACT II, Scene 1, Benedick tells Don Pedro how Beatrice insulted him and how much he hates her.
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| BENEDICK O, she misused me past the endurance of a block! an oak but with one green leaf on it would have answered her; my very visor began to assume life and scold with her. She told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince's jester, that I was duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest with such impossible conveyance upon me that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me. She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before he transgressed: she would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too. Come, talk not of her: you shall find her the infernal Ate in good apparel. I would to God some scholar would conjure her; for certainly, while she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell as in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, because they would go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, horror and perturbation follows her. |
