Speeches (Lines) for Ursula in "Much Ado About Nothing"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 II / 1
  • I know you well enough; you are Signior Antonio.
  • I know you well enough; you are Signior Antonio.
  • Balthasar. No more words: the clerk is answered.

    Ursula. I know you well enough; you are Signior Antonio.

2 II / 1
  • I know you by the waggling of your head.
  • I know you by the waggling of your head.
  • Antonio. At a word, I am not.

    Ursula. I know you by the waggling of your head.

3 II / 1
  • You could never do him so ill-well, unless you were
    the very man. Here's his...
  • You could never do him so ill-well, unless you were
    the very man. Here's his dry hand up and down: you
    are he, you are he.
  • Antonio. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.

    Ursula. You could never do him so ill-well, unless you were
    the very man. Here's his dry hand up and down: you
    are he, you are he.

4 II / 1
  • Come, come, do you think I do not know you by your
    excellent wit? can virtue...
  • Come, come, do you think I do not know you by your
    excellent wit? can virtue hide itself? Go to,
    mum, you are he: graces will appear, and there's an
    end.
  • Antonio. At a word, I am not.

    Ursula. Come, come, do you think I do not know you by your
    excellent wit? can virtue hide itself? Go to,
    mum, you are he: graces will appear, and there's an
    end.

5 III / 1
  • The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
    Cut with her golden oars the silv...
  • The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
    Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
    And greedily devour the treacherous bait:
    So angle we for Beatrice; who even now
    Is couched in the woodbine coverture.
    Fear you not my part of the dialogue.
  • Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
    As we do trace this alley up and down,
    Our talk must only be of Benedick.
    When I do name him, let it be thy part
    To praise him more than ever man did merit:
    My talk to thee must be how Benedick
    Is sick in love with Beatrice. Of this matter
    Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made,
    That only wounds by hearsay.
    [Enter BEATRICE, behind]
    Now begin;
    For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs
    Close by the ground, to hear our conference.

    Ursula. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
    Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
    And greedily devour the treacherous bait:
    So angle we for Beatrice; who even now
    Is couched in the woodbine coverture.
    Fear you not my part of the dialogue.

6 III / 1
  • But are you sure
    That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?
  • But are you sure
    That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?
  • Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
    Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.
    [Approaching the bower]
    No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful;
    I know her spirits are as coy and wild
    As haggerds of the rock.

    Ursula. But are you sure
    That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?

7 III / 1
  • And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?
  • And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?
  • Hero. So says the prince and my new-trothed lord.

    Ursula. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?

8 III / 1
  • Why did you so? Doth not the gentleman
    Deserve as full as fortunate a bed
  • Why did you so? Doth not the gentleman
    Deserve as full as fortunate a bed
    As ever Beatrice shall couch upon?
  • Hero. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it;
    But I persuaded them, if they loved Benedick,
    To wish him wrestle with affection,
    And never to let Beatrice know of it.

    Ursula. Why did you so? Doth not the gentleman
    Deserve as full as fortunate a bed
    As ever Beatrice shall couch upon?

9 III / 1
  • Sure, I think so;
    And therefore certainly it were not good
    She knew his...
  • Sure, I think so;
    And therefore certainly it were not good
    She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.
  • Hero. O god of love! I know he doth deserve
    As much as may be yielded to a man:
    But Nature never framed a woman's heart
    Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice;
    Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
    Misprising what they look on, and her wit
    Values itself so highly that to her
    All matter else seems weak: she cannot love,
    Nor take no shape nor project of affection,
    She is so self-endeared.

    Ursula. Sure, I think so;
    And therefore certainly it were not good
    She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.

10 III / 1
  • Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
  • Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
  • Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw man,
    How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured,
    But she would spell him backward: if fair-faced,
    She would swear the gentleman should be her sister;
    If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antique,
    Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed;
    If low, an agate very vilely cut;
    If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;
    If silent, why, a block moved with none.
    So turns she every man the wrong side out
    And never gives to truth and virtue that
    Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.

    Ursula. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.

11 III / 1
  • Yet tell her of it: hear what she will say.
  • Yet tell her of it: hear what she will say.
  • Hero. No, not to be so odd and from all fashions
    As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable:
    But who dare tell her so? If I should speak,
    She would mock me into air; O, she would laugh me
    Out of myself, press me to death with wit.
    Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire,
    Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly:
    It were a better death than die with mocks,
    Which is as bad as die with tickling.

    Ursula. Yet tell her of it: hear what she will say.

12 III / 1
  • O, do not do your cousin such a wrong.
    She cannot be so much without true ju...
  • O, do not do your cousin such a wrong.
    She cannot be so much without true judgment--
    Having so swift and excellent a wit
    As she is prized to have--as to refuse
    So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick.
  • Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick
    And counsel him to fight against his passion.
    And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders
    To stain my cousin with: one doth not know
    How much an ill word may empoison liking.

    Ursula. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong.
    She cannot be so much without true judgment--
    Having so swift and excellent a wit
    As she is prized to have--as to refuse
    So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick.

13 III / 1
  • I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,
    Speaking my fancy: Signior Benedick...
  • I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,
    Speaking my fancy: Signior Benedick,
    For shape, for bearing, argument and valour,
    Goes foremost in report through Italy.
  • Hero. He is the only man of Italy.
    Always excepted my dear Claudio.

    Ursula. I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,
    Speaking my fancy: Signior Benedick,
    For shape, for bearing, argument and valour,
    Goes foremost in report through Italy.

14 III / 1
  • His excellence did earn it, ere he had it.
    When are you married, madam?
  • His excellence did earn it, ere he had it.
    When are you married, madam?
  • Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.

    Ursula. His excellence did earn it, ere he had it.
    When are you married, madam?

15 III / 1
  • She's limed, I warrant you: we have caught her, madam.
  • She's limed, I warrant you: we have caught her, madam.
  • Hero. Why, every day, to-morrow. Come, go in:
    I'll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel
    Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.

    Ursula. She's limed, I warrant you: we have caught her, madam.

16 III / 4
  • I will, lady.
  • I will, lady.
  • Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, and desire
    her to rise.

    Ursula. I will, lady.

17 III / 4
  • Well.
  • Well.
  • Hero. And bid her come hither.

    Ursula. Well.

18 III / 4
  • Madam, withdraw: the prince, the count, Signior
    Benedick, Don John, and all...
  • Madam, withdraw: the prince, the count, Signior
    Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the
    town, are come to fetch you to church.
  • Margaret. Not a false gallop.

    Ursula. Madam, withdraw: the prince, the count, Signior
    Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the
    town, are come to fetch you to church.

19 V / 2
  • Madam, you must come to your uncle. Yonder's old
    coil at home: it is proved...
  • Madam, you must come to your uncle. Yonder's old
    coil at home: it is proved my Lady Hero hath been
    falsely accused, the prince and Claudio mightily
    abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is
    fed and gone. Will you come presently?
  • Benedick. Serve God, love me and mend. There will I leave
    you too, for here comes one in haste.

    Ursula. Madam, you must come to your uncle. Yonder's old
    coil at home: it is proved my Lady Hero hath been
    falsely accused, the prince and Claudio mightily
    abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is
    fed and gone. Will you come presently?

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