Beatrice and Benedick: "a kind of merry war"

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

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

BeatriceIs 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.

BenedickThen 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.

BeatriceA 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.

BenedickGod keep your Ladyship still in that mind; so some gentleman or other shall scape a predestinate scratched face.

BeatriceScratching could not make it worse, and ’twere such a face as yours were.

BenedickWell, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

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

BenedickI 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.

BeatriceYou always end with a jade’s trick: I know you of old.