I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior
     Benedick: nobody marks you.

BENEDICK

     What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

BEATRICE

     Is it possible disdain should die while she hath
     such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
     Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come
     in her presence.

BENEDICK

     Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I
     am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I
     would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard
     heart; for, truly, I love none.

BEATRICE

     A dear happiness to women: they would else have
     been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God
     and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I
     had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man
     swear he loves me.

BENEDICK

     God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some
     gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate
     scratched face.

BEATRICE

     Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such
     a face as yours were.

BENEDICK

     Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

BEATRICE

     A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

BENEDICK

     I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and
     so good a continuer. But keep your way, i' God's
     name; I have done.

BEATRICE

     You always end with a jade's trick: I know you of old.