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Enter Hero, Margaret and Ursula.
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio ;
Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant, presently. (Exit.
Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
Enter Beatrice, running towards the arbour.
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear-lose nothing
Urs. But are you sure
Hero. So says the Prince, and my new-trothed Lord.
Hero. They did intreat me to acquaint her of it ;
Urs. Why did you fo? doth not the gentleman
Hero. O God of love! I know he doth deserve
Urf. Sure I think fo;
Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet faw man,
If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antick,
Urs. Sure, fure such carping is not commendable.
Hero. No, for to be so odd, and from all fashions,
Urs. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say.
Hero. No, rather I will go to Benedick,
Urs. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong.
Hero. He is the only man of Italy,
Urs. I pray you, be not angry.with me, Madam,
Hero. Indeed he hath an excellent good name.
When are you marry'd, Madam ?
Hero. Why, every day, to-morrow; come, go in, I'll shew thee some attires, and have thy counsel Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow. [Madam.
Urs. She's ta’en, I warrant you; we have caught her,
Hero. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps; Some Cupids kill with arrows, fome with traps. [Exeunt.
Stand I condemn’d for pride and scorn so much?
No glory lives behind the back of such. And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee,
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand; If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee
To bind our loves up in a holy band. For others say thou dost deserve, and I Believe it better than reportingly.
Leonato's House. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, and Leonato. Pedro. Do but stay 'till your marriage be confummate,
and then I go toward Arragon. Claud. I'll bring you thither, my Lord, if you'll vouch
Pedro. Nay, that would be as great a soil in the new 1 gloss of your marriage, as to thew a child his new
coat and forbid him to wear it. I will only be bold with Benedick for his company, for from the crown of his head to the sole of his foot he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him; he hath a heart as found as a bell, VOL. I.
and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks.
Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been.
Pedro. Hang him truant, there's no true drop of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love ; if he be fad, he wants mony.
Bene. I have the tooth-ach.
Bene. Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
Claud. Yet say I he is in love.
Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy in him, unless it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises, as to be a Dutch man to-day, a French man to-morrow; unless he have a fancy to this foolery, as it appears he hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you would have it to appear he is.
Claud. If he be not in love with some woman, there is no believing old signs; he brushes his hat a-mornings: what should that bode?
Pedro. Hath any man seen him at the barber's ?
Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been seen with him, and the old ornament of his cheek hath already stuft tennis-balls.
Leon, Indeed he looks younger than he did by the loss of a beard.
Pedro. Nay, he rubs himself with civet; can you smell him out by that?
Claud. That's as much as to say, the sweet youth's in love.
Pedro. The greatest note of it is his melancholy.
Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself? for the which I hear what they say of him.