Script du film Beaucoup de bruits pour rien – Acte 5 scène 4

Benedick :
Which is Beatrice?

Beatrice :
I answer to that name.

Beatrice :
What is your will?

Benedick :
Do not you love me?

Beatrice :
Why, no.

Beatrice :
No more than reason.

Benedick :
Your uncle, the prince and Claudio have been deceived.
They swore you did.

Beatrice :
Do not you love me?

Benedick :
Why, no.
No more than reason.

Beatrice :
Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula are much deceived…
…for they did swear you did.

Benedick :
They swore you were sick for me.

Beatrice :
They swore you were nigh dead for me.

Benedick :
‘Tis no such matter.
Then…

Benedick :
…you…
…do not love me?

Beatrice :
No, truly,

Beatrice :
but in friendly recompense.

Leonato :
Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.

Claudio :
I’ll be sworn upon it he loves her,
for here’s a paper written in his hand…

Claudio :
…a halting sonnet of his own pure brain, fashioned to Beatrice.

Hero :
And here’s another…
…writ in my cousin’s hand, stolen from her pocket…
…containing her affection unto Benedick.

Benedick :
A miracle!

Benedick :
Here’s our own hands against our hearts.

Benedick :
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…

Beatrice :
…and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption.

Benedick :
Peace!
I will stop your mouth.

Don Pedro d’Aragon  :
How dost thou, Benedick…
…the married man?

Benedick :
I’ll tell thee what, prince…
…a college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor.

Benedick :
Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
No.

Benedick :
Since I do purpose to marry…

Benedick :
…I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it…

Benedick :
…and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it.

Benedick :
For man…
…is a giddy thing…

Benedick :
…and this is my conclusion.

Benedick :
For thy part, Claudio…
…I did think to have beaten thee…
…but in that thou art like to be my kinsman…

Benedick :
…live unbruised…
…and love my cousin.

Benedick :
Come, come, we are friends.
Let’s have a dance ere we are married…

Benedick :
…that we may lighten our own hearts and our wives’ heels!

Leonato :
We’ll have dancing afterward.

Benedick :
First, of my word. Therefore play, music!

Benedick :
Prince…
…thou art sad.

Benedick :
Get thee a wife.
Get thee a wife!