Beatrice and Benedick are not in love. Ask them, they’ll tell you. Loudly. Repeatedly. With increasingly elaborate insults. The only people who aren’t buying it? Everyone else. Shakespeare’s wittiest comedy throws two of the sharpest tongues in theater onto a collision course while their friends scheme and meddle to force what everyone already knows. But the insults are getting softer. The glances are lasting longer. And pride is the only thing still standing in the way.