“Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme.”
A plain confession that he cannot turn love into verse, self-mocking and oddly endearing.
Informal
Chapter 22 of 24 · 3'05"
Benedick is in love and hopeless at saying so: he cannot find a rhyme, and admits he was 'not born under a rhyming planet.' Beatrice arrives, they trade insults instead of kisses, and both finally agree they are 'too wise to woo peaceably.'
❝ Monologue · 12 lines no rhyme for love
He runs through famous lovers only to mock his own clumsy tongue, building a stand-up rhythm.
Benedick and Beatrice Woo by Quarrelling
Benedick tries to put his love into verse and fails, complaining that no rhyme will come. When Beatrice appears, the two fall into their usual sparring: he offers a kiss, she refuses it as foul breath, and they joke about each other's faults. By the end they agree they are too clever for quiet courtship.
The love scene is built as a failed poem that turns into a real conversation. Benedick keeps trying to be a conventional lover and keeps failing — he cannot rhyme 'lady' except with 'baby,' and his attempts at 'scorn' and 'school' land on 'horn' and 'fool,' endings he himself calls ominous. What actually works is the old habit of arguing. Beatrice will not accept his kiss or his sweet talk, turning them into 'foul breath,' and the two only draw closer by attacking each other's faults openly. Their own summary is the best description of the relationship: 'Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.' The scene matters because it shows the pair exactly as they are, not as the plot wants them to be — even in love, they need the quarrel.
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“Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme.”
A plain confession that he cannot turn love into verse, self-mocking and oddly endearing.
Informal
“I can find out no rhyme to "lady" but... "baby". An innocent rhyme.”
He mocks his own love poem by showing which rhymes the words actually allow.
Informal
“I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.”
He blames the stars for his lack of poetry, turning a weakness into a boast.
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“Foul words is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome. I will depart unkissed.”
A witty chain of logic, foul words to foul breath to noisome, capped with a crisp exit line.
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“Suffer love! A good epithet, for I love thee against my will.”
He seizes on one word and turns it into a confession of unwilling love.
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“Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.”
One line defines their whole romance: too clever to court without a fight.
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I mean in singing, but in loving, Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panders, and a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why they were never so truly turned over and over as my poor self in love. Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme. I have tried. I can find out no rhyme to "lady" but... "baby". An innocent rhyme. For "scorn" - "horn". A hard rhyme. For "school" - "fool". A babbling rhyme. Very ominous endings. No... I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.
Up next · 23an eye of favourThe scene: Benedick Proposes to BeatriceHe has no talent for poetry. He cannot find rhymes, and the ones he does find are unlucky, so he admits he was not born under a rhyming planet.
She turns his offer into a joke about foul words and foul breath, saying she will leave unkissed. It is her usual way of keeping the upper hand.
It means the two are too clever and too fond of wit to court each other quietly. Sparring, not soft talk, is how they express love.
He says Claudio has accepted his challenge and that he will soon hear from him, or else he will brand Claudio a coward.
They ask after Hero, admit they are both unwell, and then leave it simply: serve God, love me, and mend.