BENEDICK: I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow follies in others, become the argument of his own scorn by falling in love—-and such a one is Claudio. I have known when he would have walked barefaced on a sudden command, and splen’d himself with talking, proud images of himself; that I have thought his pride was the never-failing pedestal of his vanity. But enough; I beg his pardon: I will not be so sick; I am not such a fool to think what I list for my humour, but for my love, and I will not be so scorned again; I will not have him. Come, I will be friends with you, and be sworn brothers—-and then I will tell you plainly the reason why I do not like Claudio: my cousin tells me he is a very proud, scornful, ambitious, disobedient, and a dishonest man; therefore, I am glad I have quarrelled with him, and I will be glad to make him my enemy. But I hope, as well as I wish for my own soul, I will be able to serve him as well as I can, and I will be a good friend to him, and I will do whatever I can to serve him. But I will not be so foolish as to think I can make him love me; I know I cannot, but I will try to make him see that I am a good man, and I will try to make him see that I am a good friend to him. And I will try to make him see that I am a good man, and I will try to make him see that I am a good friend to him.