Much Ado about Nothing : the end of the second extract

Benedick This can be no trick, the conference was sadly borne, they have the truth of this from Hero, they seem to pity the lady: it seems her affections have their full bent: love me? Why, it must be requited: I hear how I am censured, they say I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from her: they say too that she will rather die than give any sign of affection: I did never think to marry, I must not seem proud, happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending: they say the lady is fair, ‘tis a truth, I can bear them witness: and virtuous, ‘tis so, I cannot reprove it: and wise, but for loving me: by my troth it is not addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her: I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married – here comes Beatrice: by this day, she’s a fair lady, I do spy some marks of love in her.
  Enter Beatrice
Beatrice Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner.
Benedick Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.
Beatrice I took not more pains for those thanks, than you took pains to thank me, if it had been painful I would not have come.
Benedick You take pleasure then in the message.
Beatrice Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife’s point, and choke a daw withal: you have no stomach, signor, fare you well.
  Exit
Benedick Ha, against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner: there’s a double meaning in that: I took no more pains for those thanks than you took pains to thank me: that’s as much as to say, any pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks: if I do not take pity of her I am a villain, if I do not love her I am a Jew, I will go get her picture.