glowingpinkinthenight

dayman, fighter of the nightman, champion of the sun, master of karate and friendship for everyone (self-diagnosed)

I get emotional thinking about how Beatrice is all air and fire, all blazing wit and sparkling intellect. She’s “born under a dancing star” with “little of the melancholy element” - that is, earth - in her. She burns with love and anger, and her passions can only tend towards absolute love or absolute hate. She will eat the heart of the man who wrongs her kinswoman, and as for Benedick she’ll “hate him deadly or love him dearly” - kill him, or make him her husband and love him for the rest of her life. Everything about her is red and burning and dangerous, and her love is so hot and bright, her anger so visceral, her spirit so dazzling, she is pure fire clothed in a woman’s shape it is literally no wonder that every man in the play is awed by her 

potentially the most important bit of the globe’s much ado that i never talked about is when beatrice is screaming and raging against claudio after the wedding and benedick pulls her up with a devastating forehead touch/face touch combo and everything just goes very still and quiet. and you could take the Tensión and snap it over your leg like so many twigs. and they’re both exhausted and angry and in love and THAT’S when he says ‘tarry, good beatrice. by this hand i love thee’ and the globe was built without a roof specifically so that my fragile soul could ascend directly to heaven in that exact moment