Dox PEDRO, Prince of Arragon.

DOG BERRI,
Dox Joun, his Bastard Brother.

VERGES,

} two foolish officers.
CLAUDIO, a young Lord of Florence, Favorite to A Sexton.
Don Pedro,

A Friar.
BENEDICK, a young lord of Padua, Favorite like- A Boy.

wise of Don Pedro.
LEONATO, Governor of Messina.

HERO, Daughter to Leonato.
Antonio, his Brother.

BEATRICE, Niece to Leonato.
BALTHAZAR, Servant to Don Pedro.

MARGARET,} Gentlewomen attending on HERA
BORACHIO,

URSULA
CONRADE,
Followers of Don John.

Messengers, Watch, and Attendants.
SCENE, Messina.

ACT I.

wars.

SCENE I.-- Before Leonato's House. challenged Cupid at the flight: and my uncle's fool,
Enter LEONATO, HERO, BEATRICE, and others.

reading the challenge, subscribed for cupid, and

challenged him at the bird-bolt.- I pray you, how with a Messenger.

many hath he killed and eaten in these wars? But
Leonato. I leam in this letter, that don Pedro of how many hath he killed ? for, indeed, I promised
Arragon comes this night to Messina.

to eat all of his killing.
Mess. He is very near by this; he was not three Leon. Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick too
leagues off, when I left him.

much; but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not.
Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these
this action ?

Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name. Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holp

Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the achiever to eat it: he is a very valuable trencher-man, he hath
brings home full numbers. I find here that don an excellent stomach.
Pedro hath bestowed much honor on a young Flor- Mess. And a good soldier too, lady,
entine, called Claudio.

Beat. And a good soldier to a lady : But what
Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally is he to a lord?
remembered by don Pedro: He hath borne himself Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed
beyond the promise of his age; doing, in the figure with all honorable virtues.
of a lamb, the feats of a lion: he hath, indeed, bet-

Beat. It is so, indeed; he is no less than a stuffed
ter bettered expectation, than you must expect of man :: but for the stuffing,-Well, we are all mortal.
me to tell you how.

Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece: there
Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick
very much glad of it.

and her: they never meet, but there is a skirmish
Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and of wit between them.
there appears much joy in him; even so much, that Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last
joy could not show itself modest enough, without conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, and
à badge of bitterness.

now is the whole man governed with one: so that
Leon. Did he break out into tears?

if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him Mess. In great measure.

bear it for a difference between himself and his
Lemn. A kind overtlow of kindness: There are horse: for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to
no faces truer than those that are so washed. How be known a reasonable creature.-Who is his com-
much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at panion now? He hath every month a new sworn
weeping!

brother.
Beal. I pray you, is signior Montanto returned Mess. Is it possible?
from the wars, or no!

Beat. Very easily. possible: he wears his faith
Mess. I know none of that name, lady; there but as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with
was none such in the army of any sort.

the next block.
Lem. What is he that you ask for, niece ? Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your

Horo. My cousin means signior Benedick of books.
Padua.

Beat. No: an he were, I would burn my study,
Mess. O, he is returned; and as pleasant as ever But, I pray you, who is his companion? Is there no
he was.

young squarers now, that will make a voyage with
Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and him to the devil.
1 Abundance.

A cuckold. * Quarrelsome fellow.

Mess. He is most in the company of the right no- Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks she is too low for ble Claudio.

a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too Beat. ( lord! he will hang upon him like a dis- little for a great praise: only this commendation I ease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and can afford her; that were she other than she is, the taker runs presently mad. God help the noble she were un handsome; and being no other but as Claudio! if he have caught the Benedick, it will she is, I do not like her. cost him a thousand pound ere he be cured.

Claud. Thou thinkest I am in sport; I pray thee, Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady.

tell me truly how thou likest her. Beat. Do, good friend.

Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire af. Leon. You will never run mad, niece.

ter her? Beat. No, not till a hot January.

Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel? Mess. Don Pedro is approached.

Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into.

But speak

you this with a sad brow? or do you play the tloutEnter Don Pedro attended by BALTHAZAR and ing Jack; to tell us Cupid is a good bare-finder,

others, Don Joux, CLAUDIO, and BENEDICK. and Vulcan a rare carpenter? Come, in what key D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are come

shall a man take you, to go in the song?

Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady that to meet your trouble : the fashion of the world is to ever I lookid on. avoid cost, and you encounter it.

Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see Leon. Never came trouble into my house in the no such matter: there's her cousin, an she were not likeness of your grace: for trouble being gone, possessed with a fury,exceeds her as much in beaucomfort should remain: but, when you depart from ty, as the first of May doth the last of December. me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave, D. Pedro. You embrace your charge too willing. have you!

But I hope you have no intent to turn husband; ly.- I think, this is your daughter.

Claud. I would scarce trust myself, though I Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so. Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her? had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife.

Bene. Is it come to this, i'faith? Hath not the Leon. Siyniór Benedick, no; for then were you a world one man, but he will wear his cap with suschild.

picion? Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we may again? Go to, i'faith; an thou wilt needs thrust guess by this what you are, being a man: Truly, thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh the lady fathers herself: Be happy, lady! for you away Sundays. Look, don Pedro is returned to are like an honorable father.

seek you. Bene. If signior Leonato be her father, she would not have his head on her shoulders, for all Messina,

Re-enter Don PEDRO. as like him as she is. Beat. I wonder that you will still be talking,

D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that signior Benedick; no body marks you.

you followed not to Leonato's? Bene. What my dear lady Disdain! are you yet tell.

Bene. I would your grace would constrain me to living?

D. Pedro. I charge thee, on thy allegiance. Beat. Is it possible, disdain should die, while she hath such meet food to feed it, as signior Benedick?

Bene. You hear, count Claudio: I can be secret Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come

as a dumb man, I would have you think so; but on in her presence.

my allegiance,- mark you this, on my allegiance: Bene. Then is courtesy a turn-coat: But it is

He is in love. With who?- now that is your certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: grace's part.- Mark, how short his answer is: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not

With Hero, Leonato's short daughter. a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.

Claud. If this were so, so were it uttered.

Bene. Like the old tale, my lord: it is not so, Beat. A dear happiness to women; they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I por 'twas not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should thank God, and my cold blood, 'I am of your humor for that; I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, forbid it should be otherwise.

Claud. If my passion change not shortly, God than a man swear he loves me. Bene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind!

D. Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the lady is 80 some gentleman or other shali 'scape a predesti- very well worthy. nate scratched face.

Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my lord. Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, an

D. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought. 'twere such a face as yours were.

Claud. And, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine. Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

Bene. And, by my two faiths and troths, my Beat. A bird of my tongue is better than a beast lord, I spoke mine. of yours.

Claud. That I love her, I feel. Bene. I would my horse had the speed of your

D. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know. tongue; and so good a continuer: But keep your loved, nor know how she should be worthy, is the

Bene. That I neither feel how she should be way o' God's name; I have done. Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; I know opinion that fire cannot melt out of me; I will die

in it at the stake. D. Pedro. This is the sum of all: Don John,

D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic signior Claudio, and signior Benedick, - my dear in the despite of beauty. friend Leonato bath invited you all. I tell him, we

Claud. And never could maintain his part, but shall stay here at the least a month; and he heartily in the force of his will.

Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank her; prays, some occasion may detain us longer: I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart that she brought me up. I likewise give her most

Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not be humble thanks : but that I will have a recheat forsworn:- Let me bid you welcome, my lord: be- winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an ing reconciled to the prince your brother, I owe you cause I will not do them the wrong to mistrust

invisible baldric, all women shall pardon me. Beall duty.

D. John. I thank you: I am not of many words, any. I will do myself the right to trust none; and but I thank you.

the fine is, (for the which I may go the finer,) I Leon. Please it your grace lead on?

will live a bachelor. D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato: we will go to

D. Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale

with love. gether. [Exeunt all but BENEDIck and Claudio. Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter

Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, of signior Leonato ?

my lord! not with love: prove, that ever I lose more Bene. I noted her not; but I looked on her.

blood with love, than I will get again with drinking, Claud. Is she not a modest young lady?

pick out mine eyes with a ballad-inaker's pen and Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man hang me up at the door of a brothel-house, for the should do, for my simple true judgment; or would siyn of blind Cupid. you have me speak after my custom, as being a

D. Petro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this professed tyrani to their sex?

faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument. Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in sober judgment.

• The tune sounded to call off the dogs.

be so.

you of old.

Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, alley in my orchard, were thus much overheard by and shoot at me; and he that hit's me, let him be a man of inine: The prince discovered to Claudio, clapped on the shoulder, and called Adam. that he loved my niece your daughter, and meant D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try:

to acknowledge it this night in a dance; and, if he In lime the savage bull doth bear ihe yoke.

found her accordant, he meant to take the present Bene. The savage bull may; but if ever the seno time by the top, and instantly break with you of it. sible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns, and Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this? set them in my forehead: and let me be vilely pain!. Ant. A good sharp fellow; I will send for him, ed; and in such great letters as they write, Here is and question him yourself. gond horse to hire, let them signify under my sign, Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, till it

Here you may see Benedick, the married man. appear itself: - but I will acquaint my daughter

Claw. If this should ever happen, thou wouldst | wiihal, that she may be the betier prepared for an be horn-mad.

answer, if peradventure this be true. Go you, and D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his tell her of it. Several persons cross the stage. quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly. Cousins, you know what you have to do.--0, Bene. I look for an earthquake too then.

cry you mercy, friend; you go with me, and I will D. Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the use your skill:- Good cousins, have a care this hours. In the meantime, good signior Benedick, busy time.

[Exeunt. repair to Leonato's; commend me to him, and tell him, I will not fail him at supper; for, indeed, he SCENE III.- Another Room in Leonato's House. hath made great preparation. Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for

Enter Don Jonx and CONRADE. such an embassage; and so I commit you - Con. What the goujere, my lord! why are you

Claud. To the tuition of God: From my house, thus out of measure sad? (if I had it)

D. John. There is no measure in the occasion that D. Pedro. The sixth of July: Your loving friend, breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit. Benedick.

Con. You should hear reason. Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not: The body of D. John. And when I have heard it, what blessing your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, bringeth it? and the guards are but slightly basted on neither; Con. If not a present remedy, yet a patient sufere you flout old ends any further, examine your ferarice. conscience; and so I leave you. [Erit BENEDICK. D. John. I wonder that thou being (as thou Claud. My liege, your highness now may do me say'st thou art) born under saturn, goest about to good.

apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. D. Pedro. My love is thine to teach; teach it I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I but how,

have cause, and smile at no man's jests ; eat when I And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn

have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

when I am drowsy, and tend to no man's business: Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ? D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only heir; humor.

laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his Dost thou affect her, Claudio ?

Con. Yea, but you must not make the full show Claud.

O my lord,

of this, till you may do it without controlment. You When you went onward on this ended action,

have of late stood out against your brother, and he I look d upon her with a soldier's eye,

hath ta'en you newly into his grace; where it is That lik’d, but had a rougher task in hand

impossible you should take true root, but by the fair Than to drive liking to the name of love:

weather that you make yourself: it is needful that But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts

you frame the season for your own harvest. Have left their places vacant, in their rooms

D. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, Come thronging soft and delicate desires,

than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood All prompting me how fair young Hero is,

to be disdained of all, than to fashion a carriage to Saying, I'lik'd her ere I went to wars.

rob love from any: in this, though I cannot be said D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied And tire the hearer with a book of words:

What I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it;

a muzzle, and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I And I will break with her, and with her father, have decreed not to sing in my cage: If I had my And thou shalt have her: Was't not to this end

mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would That thou bezan'st to twist so fine a story?

do my liking; in the mean time, let me be that I am, Claut. How sweetly do you minister to love,

and seek not to alter me. That know love's grief by his complexion!

Co. Can you make no use of your discontent? But lest my liking might too sudden seem,

D. John. I make all use of it, for I use it only. I would have salved it with a longer treatise.

Who comes here? What news Borachio?
D. Pedri). What need the bridge much broader
than the flood ?

Enter Borac 10.
The fairest grant is the necessity :
Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once, thou lov'st;

Bora. I came yonder from a great supper; the And I will fit thee with the remedy,

prince, your brother, is royally entertained by LeoI know, we shall have revelling to-night;

nato; and I can give you intelligence of an intendI will assume thy part in some disguise,

ed inarriage. And tell fair Hero I am Claudio ;

D. John. Will it serve for any model to build And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart,

mischief on? What is he for a fool, that betroths And take her hearing prisoner with the force

himself to unquietness? And strong encounter of my amorous tale:

Burn. Marry, it is your brother's right hand. Then, after, to her father will I break;

D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio? And, the conclusion is, she shall be thine:

Bora. Even he. In practice let us put it presently. (Exeunt. D. John. A proper squire! And who, and who?

which way looks he? SCENE II.- A Room in Leonato's House.

Birra. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of

Leonato.
Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO.

D. John. A very forward March-chick! How Lxm. How now, brother? Where is my cousin, came you to this? your son? Hath he provided this music?

Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I was Ant. He is very busy about it. But, brother, I smoking a musty room, comes ne the prince and can tell you strange news that you yet drearned Claudio, hand in hand, in sad conference: I whipt not of.

me behind the arras; and there heard it agreed upon, Leon. Are they good?

that the prince should woo Hero for himself, and Ant. As the event stamps them; but they have having obtained her, give her to count Claudio. a good cover, they show well outward. The prince D. Juhr. Coine, come, let us thither; this may and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached: prove food to my displeasure; that young start-up * The pame of a famous archer. 6 Once for all,

hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can cross * Thickly interwoven.

& The veneral disease.

Flatter.

him any way, I bless myself every way: You are
boin sure, and will assist me?

Con. To the death, my lord.
D. John. Let us to the great supper; their cheer

is the greater, that I am subdued: Would the cook were of my mind!- Shall we go prove what's to be done?

Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-A Hall in Leonato's House. Scotch jig, a measure, and cinque-pace: the first

suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as Enter LEONATO, Antonio, Hero, BEATRICE, and fantastical ; the wedding, mannerly-modest, as a others.

measure full of state and ancientry; and then Leon. Was not count John here at supper?

comes repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into

the cinque-pace faster and faster, till lie sink into Ant. I saw him not.

his grave. Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! I never Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. can see him, but I am heart-burned an hour after, Beat. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. church by day-light.

Beut. He were an excellent man, that were made Leon. 'The revellers are entering; brother, make just in the mid-way between him and Benedick: good room. the one is too like an image, and says nothing; and Enter Don Pedro, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, Bale the other, too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tattling.

THAZAR, Don JOHN, BORACHIO, MARGARET, Leon. Then half signior Benedick's tongue in

URSULA, and others, masked. count John's mouth, and half count John's melan- D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your choly in signior Benedick's face,

friend? Bcat. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncle, Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and and money enough in his purse, such a man would say nothing, I am yours for the walk: and, espewin any woman in the world, - if he could get her cially, when I walk away. good will.

D. Pedro. With me in your company? Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get Hero. I may say so when I please. thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue.

D. Pedro. And when please you to say so? Ant. In faith, she is too curst.

Hero. When I like your favor; for God defend, Beat. Too curst is more than curst: I shall les- the lute should be like the case! son God's sending that way; for it is said, God D. Pedro My visor is Philemon's roof; within sends a curst cow short horns; but to a cow too the house is Jove. curst he sends none.

Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd. Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send you

D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love. no horns.

[Tukes her aside. Beat. Just, if he send me no husband: for the Bene. Well, I would you did like me. which blessing, I am at him upon my knees every

Marg. So would not I, for your own sake; for morning and evening; Lord!' I could not endure I have many ill qualities. a husband with a beard on his face; I had rather

Bene. Which is one? lie in the woollen.

Murg. I say my prayers aloud. Leon. You may light upon a husband that hath Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may no beard.

cry Amen. Bent. What should I do with him? dress him Marg. God match me with a good dancer! in my apparel, and make him my waiting gentle

Bilth. Amen. woman! He that hath a beard, is more than a Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when youth; and he that hath no beard, is less than a the dance is done!-Answer, clerk. man: and he that is more than a youth is not for Balth. No more words; the clerk is answered. me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for

Urs. I know you well enough; you are signior him. Therefore, I will even take sixpence in earn

Antonio. est of the bear-herd and lead his apes into hell. Ant. At a word, I am not. Leon. Well then, go you into hell?

Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head, Beat. No; but to the gate; and there will the Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him. devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless his head, and say, Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you were the very man: Here's his dry hand up and you to heaven; here's no place for you mails : so down; you are he, you are he, deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for

Ant. At a word, I am not. the heavens; he shows me where the bachelors sit, Urs. Come, come; do you think I do not know and there live we as merry as the day is long. you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself?

Ant. Well, niece, (TO HERO.] I trust you will Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear, and be ruled by your father.

there's an end. Beat. Yes, it is my cousin's duty to make courtesy. Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so? and say, Father, as it please you:--but yet for all

Bene. No, you shall pardon me. that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are? make another, courtesy, and say, Father, as it please

Bene. Not now.

Biat. That I was disdainful,-and that I had my Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day good wit out of the Hundred Merry Tales ;-Well, fitted with a husband.

this was signior Benedick that said so. Beat. Not till God make men of some other metal Bene. What's he? than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough. overmaster'd with a piece of valiant dust to make Bene. Not I, believe me. an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl! Beat. Did he never make you laugh? No, uncle, l'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; Bene. I pray you, what is he? and truly. I hold it a sin to match in my kindred beat. Why, he is the prince's jester: a very dull

Leon. "Daughter, remember what I told you: if fool; only his gift is in devising impossible slanders: the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know none but libertines delight in him; and the comyour answers.

mendation is not in his wit, but in his villany; for Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, if he both pleaseth men, and angers them, and then you be not woo'd in good time: if the Prince be they laugh at him, and beat him: I am sure, he is too important tell him, there is measure in every in the fleet; I would he had boardedo me. thing, and so dance out the answer.

For hear me,

Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him Hero; Wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a what you say. 1 Importunate,

me.

!

a

Biat. Do, do; he'll but break a comparison or have worin himself: and the rod he might have betwo on me; which, peradventure, not marked, or stowed on you, who, as I take it, have stol'n his not laughed al, strikes him into melancholy; and bird's nest. then there's a partridge' wing saved, for the fool will D. Pelro. I will but teach them to sing, and recat no supper that night. (Music within.] We store them to the owner. must folow the leaders.

Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by Bene. In every good thing.

my faith, you say honestly. Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to them at the next turning.

you; the gentleman ihat danced with her, told her, (Dance. Then exeunt all but Don John, she is inuch wronged by you. BORACHIO, and CLAUDIO.

Bene. 0, she misused me past the endurance of a D.John Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, and block; an oak, with but one green leaf on it, would hath withdrawn her father to break with him about have answered her; my very visor began to assume it; The ladies follow her, and but one visor remains. life, and scold with her. She told me, not thinking I

Bora. And that is Claudio; I know him by his had been myself, that I was the prince's jester; that bearings

I was duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon D. John. Are not you signior Benedick? jest, with such impossible conveyance, upon me, Claud. You know me well; I am he.

that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother army shooting at me: She speaks poniards, and in his love; he is enamored on Hero; I pray you every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as dissuade him from her, she is no equal for his birth; her terminations, there were no living near her, you may do the part of an honest man in it. she would infect to the north star. I would not Claul. How know you he loves her?

marry her, though she were endowed with all that D. John. I heard him swear his affection. Adain had left him before he transgressed: she

Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would marry would have made Hercules have turned spit; yea, her to night.

and have cleft his club to make the fire too. D. John. Come, let us to the banquet.

Come, talk not of her: you shall find her the infer[Exeunt Don John, and BORACHIO. nal Aiés in good apparel. I would to God, some Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, scholar would conjure her; for certainly, while she But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio, is here, a man may live as quiet in hell, as in a "Tis certain so ;- the prince woos for himselt.

sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, because Friendship is constant in all other things,

they would go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, hor. Save in the office and affairs of love:

ror,

and perturbation follow her.
Therefore, all hearts in love use their own longues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself,

Re-enter CLAUDIO, BEATRICE, LEONATO, and
And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch,

HERO.
Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
This is an accident of hourly proof,

D. Pedro. Look, here she comes.
Which I mistrusted not: Farewell therefore, Hero! Bene. Will your grace command me any service
Re-enter BENEDICK.

to the world's end? I will go on the slightest errand Bene. Count Claudio?

now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to send

me on: I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the Claud Yea, the same.

farthest inch of Asia: bring you the length of PresBene. Come, will you go with me?

ter John's foot; fetch you a hair off the great Cham's Claud. Whither? Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own than hold ihree words conference with this harpy:

beard; do you any embassage to the Pigmies, rather business, count. What fashion will you wear the You have no employment for me? garland of? About your neck, like a usurer's chain ?

D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good company, or under your arm, like a lieutenants scart? You

Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not; I must wear it one way, for the prince batlı got your cannot endure my lady Tongue.

(Exit. Hero.

D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the Claud. I wish him joy of her.

heart of signior Benedick. Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover:

Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while; so they sell bullocks. But did you think, the prince and I gave him uses for it, a double heart for his would have served you thus.

single one: marry, once before, he won it of me Cumu. I pray you, leave me.

with false dice, therefore your grace may well say Ben?. Ho! now you strike like the blind man; I have lost it. 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you the post.

have put him down. Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. [Erit.

Beat. So I would not he should do me, my lord, Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep lest I should prove the mother of fools. I have into sedges. But, that my lady Beatrice should brought count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek. know me, and not know me! The prince's fool!

D. Pedro. Why, how now, count, wherefore are
Ha, it may be, I go under that title, because I am
merry:— Yea; but so; I am apt to do myself wrong:

Claud. Not sad, my lord.
I arn not so reputed: it is the base, the bitter dispo- | .D. Pedro. How then ? Sick?
sition of Beatrice, that puts the world into her per-

Claud. Neither, my lord.
son, and so gives me out. Well, I'll be revenged Beat. The count is neither sad, nor sick nor
as I may.

merry, nor well: but civil, count; civil as an orange, Re-enter Don PEDRO.

and something of that jealous complexion.

D. Pedro. I'faith, lady, I think your blazon to be D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count? Did true; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit you see him?

is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, Bene, Troth, my lord. I have played the part of and fair Hero is won; I have broke with her father, lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a and his good will obtained: name the day of marlodze in a warren; I told him, and, I think, I told riage, and God give thee joy! him true, that your grace had got the good will of Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with this young lady; and I offered him my company to her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, a willow-tree, either to make him a garland, as be- and all grace say Amen to it! inx forsaken or to bind him up a rod, as being wor- Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue. thy to be whipped.

Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault? were but little happy, if I could say how much.

Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy; Lady, as you are mine, I am yours; I give away wbo, being, overjoyed with finding a birds nest, myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. shows it to his companion, and he steals it.

Beat. Speak, cousin ; or, if you cannot, stop his D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression ? mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak, neither. The transgression is in the stealer.

D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had been Beat. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps Ipade, and the garland too; for the garland he might

• The goddess of Discord. . Interest. a Carriage, demeanor.

• Passion.

• Turn: a phrase umong the players.

you sad?

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