"That a woman conceived me, I thank her;
That she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks;
But (to think I will go further), all women shall pardon me."
Beatrice: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than hear a man swear he loves me.
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 Signor Benedick?
When Benedick goes to war, Beatrice has such a poor opinion of his prowess that she promises to eat anyone whom he kills!
Finally, their friends set a trap & convince Benedick that Beatrice is dying of love for him. Then Benedick thinks "If I do not take pity on her, I am a villain."
When a similar game is played on Beatrice, she thinks "Farewell, contempt & scorn,& maiden pride, adieu! Benedick, love on; I will requite you, taming my wild heart to your loving hand."
