One for the romantics amongst us.
I had the pleasure of seeing him at the Globe theatre in this play in September. Fast forward to November, my last night studying abroad in London. I’m in the Picadilly Circus tube station going up the escalator with my friend, dancing to the performer in the station (no one in London does that in public..). And who do I see going down the escalator? Charles Edwards! He was staring at me and my dancing pal and I’m pretty sure he recognised me from the Globe Theatre. ( I was in the front row, pretty much following his every move..) Anyway, we made eye contact and my whole life was made. Pretty sure he thinks I’m a loony.
Do not you love me?
Troth, no; no more than reason.
Why, then my cousin Margaret and Ursula
Are much deceived; for they did swear you did.
They swore that you were almost sick for me.
They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me.
’Tis no such matter. Then you do not love me?
No, truly, but in friendly recompense.
Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.
And I’ll be sworn upon’t that he loves her;
For here’s a paper written in his hand,
A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,
Fashion’d to Beatrice.
And here’s another
Writ in my cousin’s hand, stolen from her pocket,
Containing her affection unto Benedick.
A miracle! here’s our own hands against our hearts.
Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take
thee for pity.
I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield
upon great persuasion; and partly to save your life,
for I was told you were in a consumption.
Peace! I will stop your mouth.
Love this pair. Love this show.