Shakespeare’s play Much Ado About Nothing is no exception.

The main plot of Much Ado About Nothing is that of the relationship between Claudio and Hero.

Don John in Movie, Much Ado About Nothing

Much Ado About Nothing shows different ways of how people are attracted to one another, and how their realization and definitions of "love" relate to their perceptions of inward and outward beauty....

Beatrice is the niece of Leonato, who is am influential figure in Messina, where the story, Much Ado About Nothing, takes place.

SparkNotes: Much Ado About Nothing

However, in Much Ado About Nothing, the play illustrates that deception is neither good nor bad; instead, deception is simply a controllable tool that requires the right opportunity to serves the deceiver’s objective.

He does so through the character Beatrice, with her language that speaks and yearns for gender equality. She considers herself to be equal of some sorts with her wits, and attempts to defy the norms by vowing to not marry in order to keep her independence, but is aware that society does not allow her a true voice when it comes to defending herself or her friends. The way that the men treat the women in this play also gives insight into how women of this time were viewed. It is made clear that they are viewed mostly as objects that tend to not be loyal. It’s no surprise if they are found to be dishonest, but at the same time the men must constantly keep their honor in tact. Honor is everything, but can only really be defended or saved by men who challenge other men. A man’s honor can depend on a woman, but she cannot have a say in her honor if it’s criticized. Characters are susceptible to limitations and expectations based on gender, which is a major theme of Much Ado About Nothing.






SparkNotes: Much Ado About Nothing: Themes



Magnifying and applying come I,
Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters,
Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah,
Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson,
Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha,
In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix
engraved,
With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image,
Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more,
Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days,
(They bore mites as for unfledg'd birds who have now to rise and fly
and sing for themselves,)
Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself,
bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see,
Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house,
Putting higher claims for him there with his roll'd-up sleeves
driving the mallet and chisel,
Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of smoke or
a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation,
Lads ahold of fire-engines and hook-and-ladder ropes no less to me
than the gods of the antique wars,
Minding their voices peal through the crash of destruction,
Their brawny limbs passing safe over charr'd laths, their white
foreheads whole and unhurt out of the flames;
By the mechanic's wife with her babe at her nipple interceding for
every person born,
Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels
with shirts bagg'd out at their waists,
The snag-tooth'd hostler with red hair redeeming sins past and to come,
Selling all he possesses, traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his
brother and sit by him while he is tried for forgery;
What was strewn in the amplest strewing the square rod about me, and
not filling the square rod then,
The bull and the bug never worshipp'd half enough,
Dung and dirt more admirable than was dream'd,
The supernatural of no account, myself waiting my time to be one of
the supremes,
The day getting ready for me when I shall do as much good as the
best, and be as prodigious;
By my life-lumps!