Beatrice : Don’t you ever stop talking? No one is listening to you.
Benedick : It’s my Lady Scorn! So you are still alive then.
Beatrice : Scorn feeds on the words of fools. Scorn will never go hungry when you are around.
Benedick : No other lady scorns me except you. All the others love me. It is a pity that I don’t love them
Beatrice : It’s lucky for them that you don’t. What an awful lover you would make! I am like you in one thing, though. I don’t want loving words from anyone. I would rather hear my dog bark.
Benedick : I hope you never change your mind. Any lover of yours would be sure to have a scratched face!
Beatrice : And that scratching would not make it worse than yours!
Benedick : You speak without sense, just like a parrot.
Beatrice : At least a parrpt can speak. That makes the bird bettet than a dumb animal, like a horse.