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Benedick: But I am much ailing and would fain feel your cooling hand upon my brow.
Beatrice: You do but have that which is called man flu and should get over yourself.
Benedick: How can you speak to me in such a harsh way, my dearest one, when I lie here, upon my sick bed, all a-fever?
Beatrice throws a wet cloth at Benedick. It hits him full in the face and proceeds to drip all over the bed. Benedick groans and leaps out of bed.
Beatrice: And so, my love, I have cured you with but one movement of my cooling hand.
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Beatrice: You do but have that which is called man flu and should get over yourself.
Benedick: How can you speak to me in such a harsh way, my dearest one, when I lie here, upon my sick bed, all a-fever?
Beatrice throws a wet cloth at Benedick. It hits him full in the face and proceeds to drip all over the bed. Benedick groans and leaps out of bed.
Beatrice: And so, my love, I have cured you with but one movement of my cooling hand.