Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, Misprising what they look on, and her wit Values itself so highly that to her All matter else seems weak: she cannot love, Nor take no shape nor project of affection, She is so self-endeared.
Disdain and scorn sparkle in her eyes, She looks down on everything, and her wit Makes her think she's better than anyone else: She can't love, Nor feel any affection, because she's so self-absorbed.
Hero · Act 3, Scene 1
Hero describes Beatrice to plant the idea that Benedick loves her, but the description is accurate—Beatrice does defend herself with disdain. Hero's portrait of a woman whose wit and self-love make her incapable of feeling becomes the very thing Beatrice must overcome. The play suggests that women's defensive intelligence is both their armor and their prison.